I pass through the gate and enter into the new realm, goblet still in hand.

It is odd to suddenly feel this wave of peace wash over me. This place is not like the previous, yet somehow similar.

I am finally ready to live here, in the place I created for myself and all of my brothers and sisters who may find it of use. It is a disconnected place. A place where all of space meets but none originates. It is, as I had always wanted to find, the greatest of all crossroads. Here, I can finally build the tower I always wanted! It is free from corruption, as it is forever adrift in the void, but it is never alone, as the beacons shine through the gates for every moment of every day.

In an odd way, I feel the old quasi-religious meanings of what it once meant to be one of my order flooding back. Perhaps this will sustain me, for a time. It may be that I, being alone and drifting through the endless void, have finally found my home. After all, everything eventually succumbs to the void, so why not start there?

I walk into the centre of this rock, drifting alone in the endless abyss, and slowly place my goblet down in a pedestal which materializes underneath it. Then, I sit next to it in a simple chair which forms around me from the ether as my body relaxes into its form.

Here, we are free. Here, we can create whatever we want and do whatever we want. All which needs concern us is the language of this void which binds together the sordid drifting rocks which make up our universe.

Are you here, my friends? Speak and I will hear you,
...Nights