Break the cycle.
This was an answer Gawain had never imagined, yet the moment he heard it, countless associations surged through his mind. It was as though many previously scattered clues and pieces of evidence had suddenly been linked into the same web, allowing him at last to vaguely grasp the thread of something.
"A cycle... what kind of cycle?" Gawain stared intently into Amun the Giant Deer's eyes, which seemed forged from light, unable to conceal the curiosity in his voice. "What kind of cycle could trap even gods?"
"We are born, we grow stronger, we watch the world, we descend into madness... then all returns to oblivion, awaiting the next cycle, repeating endlessly, without meaning..." Amun's low voice came like a murmur. "So, interesting 'human,' how much do you understand about gods?"
Turbulent waves roiled within Gawain's heart. This was the first time he had heard from a god the things that had previously existed only in his own conjectures, and the truth was even more direct, even more inescapable than he had imagined. Faced with Amun's question, he could not help hesitating for several seconds before speaking in a low voice. "All gods are gradually descending into madness, and our research indicates that this madness is related to changes in human thought..."
"...You have gone farther than I expected," Amun said, seeming to sigh. "You have already reached a somewhat dangerous depth."
"What lies one step further?" Gawain could not help asking.
"The truth. It may be dangerous, or it may solve every problem. In the history I know, no civilization has successfully gone beyond this point, but that does not mean this path cannot be traveled..."
Gawain frowned. He had already noticed that the Nature God always answered questions in an obscure, roundabout manner, using metaphors