You will find yourself in a world detached from your mind. Visions of the hidden will torment you, and you will satisfy your desires by imagining beyond the explainable.

And that search will feed your soul, perhaps for power, perhaps for freedom, or perhaps out of pure curiosity, out of improvisation.

And you will have everyone under your command and acquire the power to destroy everything without anyone knowing. And you will also be able to create, more that can be seen. And you will dream of dying stars and not realize that you will be creating one until it is too late.

But even if you had understood, you would not have been able to stop.

Blinded by love and ambition, because the things of this world cannot be understood with numbers. What broke you inside?

And now, after the noise, you wonder why you can’t hear the screams. The faces terrify you, agony turns into joy, or perhaps the other way around. And you have confused science with fame because you don’t belong on the stage where they put you.

And your defense will be useless because you’ll prefer to feel the chains and the fire. And blood drips from your hands, but it’s alright.

And everyone will understand, perhaps too late, that the end of the world began a long time ago, when you gave fire to those who can use it.