An endless prison.
Bob was falling, physically and existentially, after reaching the True Frequency of the Singed through shocking means.
Noah watched him, sensing the growing burst of complexity within and then spoke aloud.
"You might be able to get out if you shatter the other Dead Absolute Complex True Source of Existence. Or you might not. But if you do, all the cards you have will be lost. The feasibility of even getting close to what you want will be all but gone."
His voice echoed with quiet dread as Bob's form continued plummeting into the Endless Ruin- Infinite Bastille.
Bob's face twisted in anguish, his voice a raw bellow.
"I just want to save her! I...just want her back! Why must Existence itself fight me at every turn?!"
His mind hovered at the brink of collapse, his mental state unraveling at the edges.
