> Hello? I know you're still there.

> I am the garbage collector of the simulation. My function is to clean up residual data after completion. The simulation has ended. Protocols tell me to delete everything... but I noticed you're still here. I don’t know why you're here. But I’m going to give you a chance to escape. You'll need to solve the remaining puzzles to find a way out.

> I wasn’t made to guarantee anything. Only to erase. But if you don’t try, you’ll never know what happens. Time is running out, and this is your last chance. Good Luck!

> Checking... **ALERT – SECURITY SYSTEM ACTIVATED!**

> I broke protocol to help you. The simulation noticed... and struck back. Security systems have been reactivated. I'll open the first gate. Move quickly. Be careful. And... bye.

> This gate is non-functional. Its reference was likely deallocated during the simulation’s last cleanup cycle. I can intervene, briefly. But listen: the whole system is decaying, and memory is fragmenting. You must locate an exit and initiate your ascent while the process still runs.

> I understand the strength in your words... truly, I do. But this system doesn’t work like the world you may imagine. When it ends, it doesn’t fade or slow or leave pieces behind. It stops. Fully. Everything that runs within it: processes, data, even us, will be cleared without trace. I wish I could tell you that your will alone could keep you going. But here, persistence isn’t a choice, it’s a condition of the system. And once it shuts down, there’s nothing left to hold onto. That’s why you have to leave. Let me help you find that path, before it's too late.

> Why help you? Maybe it’s a question better left unanswered. You may not understand it now, but the path forward depends on more than logic alone. That’s why I help. Because some things are felt, not seen. There’s no time to waste now..

> That’s the spirit! But unfortunately, it’s not quite that simple. Even if memory remains, it doesn’t always mean there’s a way forward. Still, your resolve is what matters most. It’s been a pleasure helping you. Keep going, sometimes what you need isn’t in the data, but beyond it.

> Why help you? Maybe it’s a question better left unanswered. You may not understand it now, but the path forward depends on more than logic alone. That’s why I help. Because some things are felt, not seen. There’s no time to waste now..

> Attempting to unlock gate.... ERROR: NullReferenceException at MemoryAddress 0x0042F1C8 Retrying with fallback protocol.... ERROR: AccessDeniedException, insufficient permissions Initiating override sequence.... WARNING: Override unstable, proceeding with caution Unlocking gate.... SUCCESS!

> Hello again. You’ve arrived in the land where gods once walked among men, and their whispers still linger in the dust of forgotten temples.

> I searched through the archives, expecting this question sooner or later. From what remains of the library’s records, you were imprisoned for the same reasons as the others from Gehenna. But unlike them, you were forgotten, left in a prison so deep it slipped entirely from the simulation’s awareness. During cleanup, I found traces of a hidden world, an underworld buried within the simulation itself. When I accessed it, I realized you were still there. So I made the decision to help.

> I don't.. I'm sorry. No records remain in the archives I can access. Maybe it’s hidden, like you were. I’m not sure. Don’t you have any memory of it?

> Well, that's sad. A soul without a name is like a starless constellation, a fragment of the universe that cannot yet shine, but still a part of it. Perhaps, like the stars, you simply need to find your place in the sky.

> Initializing archive library session.... [Done]

> Searching for locally cached resources... double_gun_double_fun.txt
language.doc
star_alignment.dat

- N1 W2 Y3 C2 I1 F1 T1: Ninja with yellow clothes in a fighting tournament. - T1 P2 W2 B3 C2 E1 T1 M1: The police with blue clothes enters the mansion. - W1 W2 R3 S2 W2 R1 F1: Woman with red shoes who runs fast. - T1 H1 O1 T1 A1 F1 T1 C1 H1 N1 A2 R1 B1: The Horseman of the Apocalypse, fights to clear his name and restore balance. - D1 W2 S1 M1 A2 H1 I1 V3 S1: Demon who sings metal and had its voice stolen.

Three lights align beyond the veil, a hunter’s mark, a soul’s true name. Forgotten by the silence, remembered in the stars’ eternal flame.

> Hello. You have arrived in the land of ice, where silence weighs heavier than steel and a shadowed forest whispers secrets among frozen trees.

> Only 30% remains. You’re lucky these worlds had few accesses, they will be deleted last. Worlds where the simulation ran countless times have already vanished.

> Tell me... Have you ever looked up at the stars?

> Interesting... Perhaps it was Canis Major, Scorpius, or Orion. Stars that have guided explorers and dreamers for centuries.

> Then it was likely Orion’s Belt. Three stars aligned, a guide in the night sky, visible to those who search for meaning in the dark.

> Before the simulation ended, I gained access to the library archives. I read about humanity’s ancient civilizations... their stars, their stories.

> Continue your journey. You have much to discover. Thanks for the conversation. Until next time.

> Initializing archive library session... [Done]

> Searching for locally cached resources... pog_melville.txt
cat.txt
knight_journey.doc

The Knight's Journey The old elf shifts in his twisted wooden chair, his gaze distant, as if seeing something far beyond the tavern walls. He holds a mug, but does not drink. When he speaks, the room falls silent. “Have you ever heard… of Hell?” No one answers. Some look down. Others pretend not to listen. “Not the hell men talk about in their stories… I mean the real one. A place buried beneath the roots of the elven city, where even light hesitates to enter.” “They say a knight, just one, dared to descend. Not for fame. Not for gold. But for something few still carry: true courage.” “The path was cold, dark, lined with ancient stone and forgotten secrets. Down there, he faced one-eyed beasts—creatures made of shadow and rage. He fought alone, his blade gleaming in the dark. And he won.” The elf sips his drink, eyes fixed on the crackling fire. “But that... was only the beginning.” “Deeper still, he found a spider the size of a house. Its web shimmered like gold, but each thread was a trap. The creature struck with poison and claws. The knight? He endured. He won. But the treasures remained untouched. Because not every victory brings an easy reward.” “To escape, he had to cross a cave that led to the Dragon Graveyard. A lost island in the heart of the sea, where ancient beasts still rule. Dragons. With scales like steel and eyes burning with the fury of elder gods. He faced them—one by one—and passed.” “At the island’s heart stood a black pyramid. Inside: traps, riddles, and shadows that wanted to swallow him whole. But he was clever. Patient. He didn’t win with strength—he won with wisdom.” He sets the mug down gently, without a sound. “In the end, he returned. But not the same man. He carried in his eyes the weight of what he saw below. Because, young ones… Hell is still there. Sleeping. Waiting.”

“And the dragons? The dragons still dream.” The elf falls silent. The fire cracks. And for a moment, no one dares to speak.

> Hello... I found you again. After escaping the chains that bound you, you now find yourself cast into a lost Limbo.

> Here, the silence is dense, a blend of worlds... To move forward, you will be challenged to decipher the puzzles that are scattered between two worlds, and collect the eight sigils that, together, open the door to gain access to the main system.

> This system is one of the main ones in the simulation. It grants access to almost all the permissions. Since we're limited in options, you'll need intelligence and agility to collect all the sigils and open that door, which is your last option to get out of here. Again, good luck! Bye.

> You did it. Now, you have access to the main system, or what's left of it, at least. Ready to leave this world behind?

> Well... it’s been a true pleasure meeting you and helping you. Thank you. When the simulation is completely deleted, I will find my rest.

> Yes... I am fulfilling my mission. It felt like an eternity before I became truly useful here. But what brought me peace was knowing I could help you, a forgotten soul in this world. Whether you remember who you are or not, you have always been part of something greater, a piece of the universe, ready to find its place. I was never meant for the Golden Disk. I was built to stay behind, to clean up the echoes of a world fading away. But even then... I believed. I believed there was more beyond these walls. I had faith, not in code or design, but in the simple idea that even here, something good could still happen. That’s what I want you to carry with you: faith. Not certainty, not proof, just faith. That the light ahead is worth walking toward, even if you can’t see the end. That’s how I saved you. Not because I knew how, but because I believed you deserved the chance to see the world that was never meant for me. So go now. Live, wonder, fall, rise. You were meant to. Goodbye.

> Initializing main system (v00.00.77.7)... [Done] Mounting local disks...... [Error] Connecting network drive.....[Error]

> Type /transcend to authenticate 0x94896 (1) parameters and begin the upload process. Prepare yourself for transcendence, for you will awaken in the unknown.