The next island was nothing he could have expected, like nothing he’d seen or been able to imagine either. Somehow, IT, what ever IT was, was here now. Perhaps it was Ukko, perhaps Ukko wasn’t a prisoner at all, perhaps he/she was, perhaps Ukko didn’t ever exist in the first place. The space he’d walked into resembled a kind of labyrinthine hive like place, the walls dark and textured by some alien design. Looking around to see no apparent way to continue forward, he’d then seen that light again, that same weird effulgence that had emerged from The Mirror earlier. The blobs, nodules and random streams of light glinted and stretched through the air in unnatural forms that nature could never have conjured. It began to gravitate toward a single area, coalescing into a singular field of light. The Prisoner had sensed either his perception of, or the reality of time was being manipulated before him. In one moment, the streams of light appeared to be moving toward a single area, but in between that he could already see after this point in time to when it formed an alien figure, but then found he was still looking at the smoke like streams of light as it melded together. This strange convolution of time endured until he could finally see it, the completely unidentifiable being, a thing completely unfamiliar to the human mind. With it’s materialised form, came a sense of tranquility, peace, a great sense of rest and ease, of resolve and wonder. A Mandel-bulb creature from a dimension of visualised mathematics, its movements inextricable, its motives unknowable. Emitting a brilliant light, the thing warped and convoluted its form with mesmerising, unknowable patterns of light and colour. The Prisoner, in his almost hypnotic state, perceived no danger, stepping closer, he stared into its epicentre of light from where the display seemed to be emanating from on the creature. The thing appeared not to be trying to draw him in, but rather was just doing what its nature told it to do. Whether physical or not, he was then drawn into the light.
He then found himself not in body, not physical, not anything, in a state he’d never experienced, perhaps a state humans were never meant to experience. Plunged into a void of colour and light, a kaleidoscope of colours, light, patterns emerged and warped around him. But the harder he looked into the patterns, the more he could see. Within its visual patterns, there was humanity and all human knowledge contained within it. There was life, all life that existed in the universe and beyond, and there was everything that had ever existed, everything that had yet to exist as well. At this point The Prisoner had felt a profound relaxation come over him, and along with this his lucidity and clarity of the experience took on a whole other dimension. The shapes and colour moved with such confidence and assertiveness as they altered their forms. It was all happening far away from him but at the same time very close to him, it was outside, and both within him. With this he’d realised he was perceiving shapes and experiences outside of the third dimension. He was, even if it was temporary, experiencing the fourth dimension. As if a part of his mind had been unlocked allowing him to perceive beyond what it was naturally capable of. He’d realised the universe was merely a colourful dance of chaos, mankind had tried to understand the meaninglessness of that chaos, and it left them confused. But here, in this fourth dimension, he could see that chaos, for everything it was, not to understand it, but simply to observe it. The universe wasn’t the design of something intended to be understood, it simply was, it just existed.
The experience had come to The Prisoner as something overwhelmingly profound, he now existed in the plain of infinity, in the plain of nothing, and everything all at the same time. This was the plain that the creature had come from, Ukko, it hadn’t actually wanted anything, it was just simply existing. The Prisoner hadn’t known where he was going, but on his departure, he’d felt the prison dematerialise, had it been real to start with? Or was it an illusion from Ukko? The answer mattered not to him now, such things were beneath him, and he was ready to move on.
But he’d set out to do what he’d intended, he’d climbed Ukko’s Ladder, reached the top, and had become infinite.

THE END