The Question That Cannot Be Asked

In a world where the fabric of reality is woven from the threads of the unaskable, there exists a question so profound, so existential, that it cannot be uttered, much less answered. A question that lies beyond the bounds of human comprehension, a void that draws the very fabric of our reality towards its event horizon.

It is said that the ancients of this realm would often attempt to approach the Question with offerings of sake and incense, hoping to appease its unspeakable majesty. But alas, even their wisest minds were reduced to mere whispers of madness by the sheer audacity of it.

And so, we are left with only one certainty: the Question remains, waiting for the brave, the foolhardy, and the terminally curious to dare its depths.

The Answer That Cannot Be Found