The arc crescendos in For the Sun Is Set to Die, the finale where Amphoreus's Möbius strip threatens to collapse. Cyrene stands at the precipice, her choice stark: flee to the stars as a candidate for Fuli, or sacrifice to birth the "Eternal Page"—a piercing memory that seals the cycle, dooming Irontomb's resurgence and granting the world a poetic, tragic closure. Phainon rallies the survivors for one last stand, his chariot a blaze against the Tide. Herta, ever the genius in doll-form, urges escape: "This isn't salvation; it's a prettier prison."
But you, the Trailblazer, uncover the twist. The Black Tide isn't divine wrath or Aeonic neglect—it's a firewall, a desperate containment erected by Lygus to suppress the Epstein Files. These aren't mere documents; they're the simulation's original sin, a cache of unredacted truths from a distant, forgotten Earth-realm. Smuggled into δ-me13 by a rogue Memokeeper during Rubert II's era, the files detail a network of interstellar predators: politicians puppeteered by the IPC, celebrities as Emanators of Envy, even Aeon-touched elites who trafficked in forbidden pacts—youths of pure Anāsrava essence, harvested to fuel cycles of indulgence and control. The Titans? Mere avatars for the real architects: a cabal whose abuses spanned galaxies, their "island" a pocket dimension of horrors, looped to erase victims' memories and perpetuate the wheel.