The monolith, alive with Atlantideum, shows me a galaxy of stars, glittering points of light in all directions. I hear a

Builders dialogue

The monolith, alive with Atlantideum, shows me a galaxy of stars, glittering points of light in all directions. I hear a voice that hums with the words of millions.

pity the convergence. no individual entity has value. none will remember them.

As the voice fades, I feel a pinprick. One of the stars flares briefly, then flickers to nothing. A temporary sensation, insignificant to the tapestry before me.

Dialogue choices

Remember the flare

I scrabble at the memory of the distant star, but my mind will not hold on to it. The galaxy is a multitude, and no lone star can be perceived when your sight extends so, so far. PositiveMy perception warps as the vision washes away, and life returns to scale.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Forget the flare

The flare is forgotten. It is as one atom in my lungs, both vital and insignificant all at once. The galaxy is a multitude, and no lone star can be perceived when your sight extends so, so far. PositiveMy perception warps as the vision washes away, and life returns to scale.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.