Humanity has always longed for immortality.

Perhaps it is the only inheritance the gods left us.

But unlike them, our bodies, crafted from clay, dust, or maize, fade with time.

This place aspires to be, like so many others,

a point so small that it can contain all that exists in the universe,

or a library holding all the knowledge that has ever been and all that is yet to be.

An impossible place that, in the end, can exist only within the mind of a man dreamed by a god.

Or perhaps,

of a god dreamed by a man.