On the brink of eternity, sitting on the pantheon that is irretrievably immersed in oblivion of the dead gods, he felt the power of dying time and infinity of nothingness. He hears the thoughts carried through air like an echo of some omniscient program.
It was his last thought before a long period of silence.
At the end of the journey, the end of the spiral tunnel of space, consciousness comes to mind without memories of past pathways.
He wakes on surface of the marble reflection. Upon hearing after a long time, the voice of the subconscious reveals to him the forgotten knowledge and he felt like losing a whole living dimension beneath his trembling chest.
The voice announces to savage: fuck it -----, and he came to himself.