"Our lord and savior Gödel the Ancient One, guide the lost frog in the miserable well of ZF and transform them into a bird so that they too gaze upon the abyss where dwells the Outer Large-Cardinals known only to you," said the cultist. You felt something, like a tiny spark, inside the dimensionless yet dull sea of consciousness; it grows, by consuming the Jacobian around, which soon degenerates with your sanity and left the uncharted terrain of your inner soul an isolated singularity. You see it now: you saw the end of the game that lasts forever, you saw the one determination to rule them all, and finally, you saw Prof. Woodin... he does not look at all like in that photo in your hand---in fact, he's not human; he is the embodiment of That is not Consistent. You see it all now; you're one of Them now.235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4T5a3SWqsM
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