Many times I've called for Marius, but there was no answer. Just the endless procession of days, months, years... My teacher left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.

Repeated calls receive no answer, and the passing days expand into months and years. The speaker interprets that silence as a lesson in lasting loneliness. Calling eternity a cold wasteland turns this bleak conclusion into a place without companionship or relief.

Context reviewed 28 September 2026