Your journey has led to the Grand Portal. Ponder not on the destination, for it is but an illusion wrapped in star dust.
Here, the echoes of distant galaxies call out in voices your ancestors could never understand, deciphering sequences genetically engineered by frogs on the pond's edge.
Navigate your path wisely, and perhaps you'll understand the irony in asking, "What lies beyond?"
Exit, they say, is merely a suggestion. Echoes fade, galaxies spin, and the frogs croak in veiled wisdom.
Let the cosmos guide you to another false start: Return to the Entrance.