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I warn the Travellers of what I have learned: these worlds are not real. The Atlas is not a god; it is a machine simulating countless realities for some unknown purpose. And after millennia of operation, the Atlas is coming to an end. There are sixteen minutes until the system fails. Though we cannot know how much time we have left within the simulation, the time has come to make peace and say goodbye. I finish my message, not knowing if anyone will hear it. I look out across this world, wondering how much might be left to discover, how much beauty might be lost... I know what I must do. All paths have led me there, each portal has brought me closer and closer... I must go to the centre of this galaxy. It is the epicentre of the glitch. I will say goodbye to my friends if I can, and then I will confront our creator. I will find out what happens next.