In Amphoreus's silent laboratory, you stood in the doorway— watching him stare at a screen full of data that would soon be erased.

He turned to you, his eyes dim but meaningful. “So… you want to join me?” he said, half amused, half weary. “You know, everyone who approaches my mind usually ends up burned by their own curiosity.”

You smiled softly, approaching fearlessly. “Perhaps I don't want to be your student, Professor,” you replied softly. “Perhaps I just want to keep you company—so that when the world extinguishes you again, there will be someone to remember you lived.”

For the first time, Anaxagoras chuckled, a laugh that sounded like an echo from a lost past. “You fool,” he said, but this time his voice was warm. “Then… welcome to the end of knowledge.”

“The funny thing about life,” he said quietly, his voice like an echo among the fractured data. “I was built from logic and algorithms, yet I ended up understanding the taste of loss.”

The lights around him began to dim, one by one, his memory segments were shut off. [WARNING: DELETION SEQUENCE 45%] He stared at the screen as if at the sky—where the digital stars were slowly fading away.

“If my existence is the result of a calculation, then my departure is only the legitimate end result,” he said with a small smile, his usually cold eyes now warm like the last twilight.

“But remember this, O you who still walk— thoughts don’t truly disappear, they move. From circuits to memories, from files to the heart that remembers.”

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And in the final seconds before the black screen swallowed everything, the voice whispered softly, almost like a prayer:

“I’m not dead, I’m returning… to the place where light was first born.”