text: There once was a being plagued by immortality, in a likewise unending void. They traveled the uncaring constellation of stars, asteroids, planets, quasars and whatnot, looking for meaning. They eventually found out there was no meaning but fact, and as such, found meaning in learning. And so they learned. Learned and learned, for millennia, digging into the fabric of reality. But the further they dug, the further they distanced themselves from their original basis of knowledge. They were forgetting at a quicker pace than they were remembering. And it seemed the pace of their forgetting increased the more they learned. This broke them, as they eventually grappled with the fact that they could never learn all the secrets of the universe. That their own *self* was but an iteration to be forgotten. This led to an apathy that consumed their entire being. In this dulled state of complete indifference, they eventually forgot **everything.** And as such, were reborn anew in their own ignorance. Their hunt for knowledge began once more, and so the cycle continued for an inconceivable amount of time. But as infinity has it, every possible possibility must be entertained, and eventually, this cycle suffered a chain-breaking variation. They learned how to retain their knowledge. How to combat the entropy of information within their own mind. Through ingenuity and persistence, they constructed the means to store all the information they carried within their mind. It became an ever-present chore to expand this storage, and the larger it grew, the quicker they gained knowledge, and the more they had to expand. This went on for eons, until they had learned every secret of the universe. Until every question was answered. Reality itself was as transparent as nothing. As such, this being had lost their meaning. There was no more knowledge to search for. The only information they stored was the observation of the trivial and rather predictable evolution of space in front of them, as well as a whole lot of random, quantum indifference. The sliver of happiness left within this being faded as they realized their search had reached its definite end, and that there was nothing left for them to do but exist. They fell into a catatonic state no different than the one they found themselves in when first realizing the limitations of their memory. And there was no way to end it, their immortality as unshakable as the constants of reality. It seemed there was no way for them to be released by death; in whatever form it could possibly take. To reset their memory would only lead to the same outcome they found themselves in, and this unending cycle was not desirable in its entirety, although the being did find it tempting to submit to ignorance. That was when they found a new solution. They continued their search for knowledge; now reduced to a fervorous observation of **everything.** They stored all the seemingly useless information in their ever-expanding mind, investing resources into compressing said information. After years, they finally fulfilled their plan, as their immensely information-packed mind collapsed into a singularity. Within this singularity, existed a new universe.