Far unknown

Previously

…I closed my eyes, picturing the hidden message, the poem, the location. It was a fragile thread, a single point of light in an encroaching darkness. But it was all I had left. And for humanity, for the uncertain, terrifying future that lay beyond this immediate horror, it would have to be enough. The true extent of the Architects’ plan, the full scope of their control, the ultimate fate of the world – it was all still unknown. And in that unknown, there was, however faint, a sliver of possibility. A chance for someone, somewhere, to pick up the pieces. To find the clue. To fight back.