At this point, the aspirant has abandoned all hope. Their existence is a mere shadow of its former self, a hollow shell of a human being, devoid of all passion and joy. Their sole purpose in life is to serve the Great Architect, a being of pure, unadulterated malice.
The aspirant's days are filled with the drudgery of menial tasks, performed with a sense of numbness, a feeling of being a cog in a machine that is slowly grinding them down into a mere nothingness.
And yet, the aspirant presses on, driven by a masochistic desire to reach the top of the hierarchy, to become one with the Great Architect, to lose all sense of self and individuality in the process.