Zar leaves the Ridge of Revelation and begins his journey to the Sea of Sunyata with a surging intensity and sense of confidence. Everything is clear, or at least it seems. 

As he walks over the Hills of Hope, and through the Woods of Wisdom, he arrives at the Field of Freethinkers and three wood signs affixed on sticks. Zar stops to reach each in order:

we split the hidden core

and bent the curve of space

we stripped the sky of gods

and traced time’s secret face

we shattered ancient thrones

and heard the heavens crack

yet we left the seat empty

and did not answer back

courage walks alone

where maps no longer guide

but he who becomes the sun

may burn from inside

Zar reads up through the first two lines of the third sign, smiles, and continues confidently walking through the Fields and onto the water’s shores. He stops as silence, vastness, greet him.