One by one every single one of the clocks in the shack ticked to three o'clock.

When they did, a single bell chimed three times, and there was an almost insect-like noise, like gears clicking all throughout the shack. The clock behind the platform was a large grandfather clock with the pendulum clicking away, but the pendulum swung to one side and stopped. The panel behind the pendulum slid back like a door--and indeed it was large enough for them to fit through, even if they had to crouch.

A figure flickered before them. ??.

"You've found it. The flash of enlightenment in all the blood and thunder. One speck of truth in the endless black. It isn't God who kills the children, only the ones that think they are Gods. If you dare, take a look. Find out how far down the rabbit hole goes and gain one piece of the puzzle so you can find out who's lopping off heads. But keep in mind, you will not come back unchanged. You impose meaning on your existence--in most cases there is no universal truth. But here, for once, there is, and the truth changes everything."