The Cauldrons. Portals to the infinite space of the Boundary. Despite the glow of the fire that dwells in their depths, they leave a cold sense of DREAD and LONGING just underneath the conscious mind of their visitors, like a COCKROACH crawling along your inner thigh. Most would not dare to approach the lip of the hellish portal. Most are either too STUPID or WEAK. The small figure leaning over the edge is GREATER than his pitiable fellows. This boy was once held back from his great potential by the foolish ideals of his so-called companions. No more. Now he is like a mass of gas just waiting for the right spark to IGNITE and become a STAR! He stares DEEP into the ABYSS… And it stares back. Then, amongst the flames and shadows, he catches sight of a LIGHT. It is weak at first, pulsating weakly at first but soon growing stronger, like the HEARTBEAT of a frightened ANIMAL. It grows larger and brighter, the color of ICE. It keeps growing and he feels a sense of POWER around him like a cloak of LIGHTNING. It continues to grow larger… No. Closer. Closer! CLOSER! He can feel it coming for him like the hand of GOD! He doesn't move. He wants, no—NEEDS to feel it. To EMBRACE it. He watches it come. Come to him. He waits for it. LONGS for it. What is but a brief moment feels like an ETERNITY to this great child of DESTINY. He knows he is meant for this. Like his father before him. Then… the air is filled by a bone chilling CRY. A cry of PAIN and WONDER, filling the chamber with the noise of sheer SATISFACTION. In this instant the world SHIFTS, he finally SEES. His whole life he thought his sight was poor without his glasses. But harsh reality washes over him. He was not blinded by nature. He was blinded from nature. Blinded by the FALSEHOOD of existence. His father is not mad. He is not mad. The rest of the world is just too IGNORANT to understand that they are the only ones to even comprehend the TRUTH of their world. Of all worlds. He sees the building blocks of everything. He knows the truest architecture of the SOUL like a SPIDER knows its WEB. He laughs. Others would call it madness. They're IDIOTS. They cannot hear that it is a sound of deepest JOY. He knows now. How to save HER, the only one that MATTERS. They will be together again, for the LAWS and VIRTUES that everyone else upholds are nothing to him. Those who knew him before this most divine REVELATION will call him broken. They will try to FIX him. But he does not need their ignorant charity. He just needs their souls and the knowledge within them. He will study them. They will be the sources for his great THESIS. He smiles as he rises to his feet, waving off the arm of the figure behind him. Blood drips down his face. He can taste it. He LOVES it. The feeling of warmth cascading from where the cheap imitation of an eye once lay. Now a true eye is housed there. One that BURNS with the intensity of truest SIGHT. It GLOWS, like a star hanging in the dark tapestry of SPACE. As he leaves, he cannot help but shiver in ANTICIPATION. He can already feel the GLORY and SATISFACTION that awaits him. BECKONS him. Like a proud steer beckons a DRAGON. And so, as the lone genius ascends back to the IGNORANT world above him, the wheel of fate is turning.