He took the final sip

He took the final sip, Then began tracing the rim of his cup.
A delayed breath of cold mist Escaped his lips as he spoke:
"You see, my friend, You can pass beyond this barrier— But only as long as You do not comprehend the scale Of this damned prison."
"The moment you realize Where you truly stand, This purgatory stretches Into an endless hell."
"You will forget everything— Except for one truth: You cannot Pass through that gate."
"The fear of nearing it Will consume you."
"Never try to understand. Only those who do not know What kind of hell they inhabit May ever escape it."
A trembling voice Spoke from across the table:
"Master… Do you not know Where you are?"
For a few seconds, He abandoned his game with the cup, And replied:
"The only gift She left me Is the blueprint of this place— Every detail, Every measurement."
"The only thing I have not forgotten Is the terror Of approaching That damned gate."