Finally you discover a statue, his head fallen on the ground. You realize that the statue is a monument made against time and change, and has lost that struggle. Spiders walk across the face, eyes looking out, cursed to see only the actions of spiders. Then you're just a spider, crawling in the world, cursed by heaven to be only a spider.
The dead king in the heavens offers an uncertain gift. But this gift comes at a price; you can use it immediately or you can use it wisely, and have it for life.
The gift is to see—to see and to know, and know your place in the world. Because you can know the place of everything, but everything changes.