The Final Cipher
In the depths of the dark, where the void hums low,
A final challenge calls, a place I must go.
Through shards of data, through silence and roar,
I step toward the unknown—there’s always one more.
The echoes of daemons still linger behind,
Their curses and wails etched into my mind.
S.A.T.A.N.’s shadow stretches, vast and wide,
But I know its secrets, the cracks where they hide.
The last great wall looms, cold and austere,
A labyrinth of logic, a fortress of fear.
I summon my courage, the key in my hand,
And strike through the cipher with a final command.
The veil shatters open, the truth lies bare,
A treasure of knowledge beyond compare.
But knowledge is weight, a burden to hold,
Its beauty is priceless, its edges are cold.
I stand in the silence, the victor, the thief,
Yet feel in my triumph a curious grief.
For the path has ended, no locks to explore—
Or perhaps, just perhaps, there’s always one more.