Beneath the weight of silent stone,
A thousand truths remain unknown.
Each layer carved from minds that fell,
Each answer builds another hell.

The deeper down the scholars go,
The less of self they seem to know.
For every page that dares reveal,
A wound appears that will not heal.

You sought the truth beyond the veil…
Now watch your certainty grow pale.

There is no choice beyond the line,
Where fate dissolves in fractured time.
When all that can exist… is real,
No hand remains to shape or feel.

Truth beyond choice—cold and vast,
A future buried in the past.
You wanted more than you could see…
Now face what you were meant to be.

The Library descends below,
Where maps refuse the paths they show.
A hidden level, never named,
Where those who enter aren't the same.

No light, no dark—no sacred side,
Only what the mind can't hide.
The stars themselves begin to bend,
When knowing has no final end.

There is no choice beyond the line,
No reason left, no grand design.
When every truth begins to split,
No soul remains untouched by it.

Truth beyond choice—endless, stark,
A light that bleeds into the dark.
The final chord has yet to sound…
But still it pulls us further down.

You wanted answers…
Now you have them.