Your name is Henry Cobbledick and you're in an office in Atlanta, Georgia. The firm that you work for handles the accounts of a bunch of small businesses in the city. It's not an exciting job, but it pays the bills.With thirty-five years and an unhealthy paunch under your belt, a bachelor's degree in business administration, and a severe case of male pattern baldness, it's not like you're suited for anything else. The last time that you worked out was when you adjusted the position of your couch last week. The last time that you spoke to someone that cares about you was when you called your mom a couple of months ago. The last time that anyone showed any romantic interest in you was back in college, over a decade ago.It's not much of a life, but you don't let your depressing circumstances distract you from your interests.Whenever the floor manager isn't peeking over your shoulder, you often browse all sorts of strange material on your laptop. You escape from the banality of your existence by indulging in esoterica, by hoarding occult knowledge and committing all manner of peculiare symbols to memory. Every now and then, when your commitment to your interests impacts your performance, you have to go through a disciplinary procedure, but you remain undeterred in your pursuit of the unusual.Where in particular do your interests lie?>Neopaganism. You practise a mishmash of ancient European heathenry that incorporates Ásatrú, Fyrnsidu, Irminism and so much more.>Thelema. Every day, you strive to distance yourself from your material reality so that you might follow your True Will and commune with your inner daimon.>Goetia. You own a copy of the Lemegeton and have committed many of the seals, circles and sigils that it contains to memory.>Chaos magic. The potent psychic energy that all men possess can achieve anything, if it is unshackled from rigid beliefs and channelled with subconscious intent.>Sex magic. You consider yourself an initiate of the Ordo Templi Orientis and have already unlocked multiple chakras through sexual transmutation.>Martial arts. Having taught yourself Aikido, Baguazhang and Muay Thai, you have merged them to create a 'unique' style of your own.>Alchemy. With your knowledge, you can turn water into wine, lead into gold, and so much more. If only you had access to the right equipment.>Reaction-free technology. Newtonian mechanics are a lie. You know of technology that could make humanity an inter-galactic species within a century.>Syncretic heresy. You blend various heresies into a unique form of Christianity, including Monarchianism, Antinomianism and of course, Gnosticism. >You may choose more than one.
>>6428465>Martial arts. Having taught yourself Aikido, Baguazhang and Muay Thai, you have merged them to create a 'unique' style of your own.And>Alchemy. With your knowledge, you can turn water into wine, lead into gold, and so much more. If only you had access to the right equipment.Our skin will be as gold, our bones will be as jade, our blood will be quicksilver, and our spirit will become a neverending serpent...
>>6428465>>Alchemy. With your knowledge, you can turn water into wine, lead into gold, and so much more. If only you had access to the right equipment.>>6428465>>Reaction-free technology. Newtonian mechanics are a lie. You know of technology that could make humanity an inter-galactic species within a century.>>6428465>>Martial arts. Having taught yourself Aikido, Baguazhang and Muay Thai, you have merged them to create a 'unique' style of your own.
>>6428465>Martial arts. Having taught yourself Aikido, Baguazhang and Muay Thai, you have merged them to create a 'unique' style of your own.>Alchemy. With your knowledge, you can turn water into wine, lead into gold, and so much more. If only you had access to the right equipment.>Reaction-free technology. Newtonian mechanics are a lie. You know of technology that could make humanity an inter-galactic species within a century.Wa-POW
>>6428465>Alchemy. With your knowledge, you can turn water into wine, lead into gold, and so much more. If only you had access to the right equipment.>Goetia. You own a copy of the Lemegeton and have committed many of the seals, circles and sigils that it contains to memory.Solomon had his fun but now it's our turn to use these demons
>>6428465>Reaction-free technology. Newtonian mechanics are a lie. You know of technology that could make humanity an inter-galactic species within a century.Georgia represent
>Locking the vote there. Going with Martial Arts, Alchemy, and Reaction-Free Technology.
>>6428465>>Reaction-free technology. Newtonian mechanics are a lie. You know of technology that could make humanity an inter-galactic species within a century.
Your interests are eclectic, to say the least.You have studied numerous martial arts. At the very least, you have pored over hundreds of hours of instructional videos over YouTube. Though you've never had to use them against anyone, you've practised all manner of exercises, routines and techniques within the comfort of your apartment. You're quietly confident that you could defend yourself against almost anyone, if push came to shove.Especially if you use alchemical means to enhance yourself. Your mind is a library of alchemical symbols and you're gradually learning how they interact, and how you might use them to enhance your body. In fact, you're quite sure that you've reversed your hair loss, by ingesting what you believe to be Dutasteride that you've concocted using the makeshift lab in your kitchen.Finally, you fervently believe that a secret society that governs the world is engaging in the suppression of free energy technology. You've successfully made a replica of the Dean drive, so you know for a fact that Newton's laws of motion and the laws of thermodynamics are bullshit. The shadow government just wants to keep control by pretending that cheap energy production is impossible.These interests of yours overlap in a few weird and wonderful way. By unlocking your dāntián through meditation, you could transform your body into a bioreactor and use your metabolism to catalyse chemical processes that would kill an ordinary man. You are certain that there are particular alchemical compounds capable of producing infinite energy, that would bring an end to scarcity. You've even begun working on the schematics for a faster-than-light drive that uses an alchemically-enhanced übermensch in the throes of zuòwàng as its engine, but your work is far from complete.Despite all of your esoteric interests, you remain Henry Cobbledick, the balding and out-of-shape thirty-five year old accountant. As far as the real world is concerned, you are just a boring, lonely man.It's a warm early summer afternoon, around eighty degrees with no air conditioning. The floor management insists that there's just no room in the energy budget for it this year. She's a short shrew of a woman, with mousy brown hair bound up in a too-tight bun that pulls her scalp taut. A shapeless business suit hangs off of her body, which has been left painfully skinny by months of Ozempic. You can see her now, talking a pair of sharply-dressed men by the door to the stairwell – one black, one white, both built like brick shithouses. Their black suits are perfectly tailored for their bodies, while their eyes are hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. You've not seen anyone like them around the office before.
Can our name be Bishop Wong
Your attention shifts back to the tabs that you have open on your laptop, since she's distracted. You're currently researching daoyin breathing exercises and the medicinal properties of sal ammoniac. Time will tell if the information will be useful at all, but there's nothing wrong with the accumulation of knowledge for its own sake.What is it that drives you, though? Why have you devoted thousands of hours of your adult life to the study of interests that are decried as pseudoscience and superstitious nonsense? There has to be a reason for it.>Escapism. There has to be more to life than the grind, than the soul-crushing ennui that threatens to break your spirit every day. You will do anything to become something or someone greater than Henry Cobbledick.>Certainty. Something clicked when you first read about neigong, chrysopoeia and stiction drives. Ever since then, you have been confident that you have discovered the true inner workings of the universe.>Curiosity. Your interests are nothing more the road that you walk in order to understand the deeper mysteries of the cosmos. They are the pathway to learning more about the terrible truths that govern existence.>Altruism. You don't do this for yourself, you do this for the people. You yearn to lead the masses down the path to enlightenment, to free them from scarcity and show them how to create limitless energy for themselves.
>>6428623>Altruism. You don't do this for yourself, you do this for the people. You yearn to lead the masses down the path to enlightenment, to free them from scarcity and show them how to create limitless energy for themselves.I am the jade and ivory emperor. I am the tiny god that dances within the details. I am the hand that stems the tide of entropy.
Henry must be worshipped. He will suplex a an armored personnel carrier and dodge bullets if that is necessary. The people will be enlightened to our peaceful ways... By force...
>>6428623>>Altruism. You don't do this for yourself, you do this for the people. You yearn to lead the masses down the path to enlightenment, to free them from scarcity and show them how to create limitless energy for themselves.
>>6428623>>Certainty. Something clicked when you first read about neigong, chrysopoeia and stiction drives. Ever since then, you have been confident that you have discovered the true inner workings of the universe.>Altruism. You don't do this for yourself, you do this for the people. You yearn to lead the masses down the path to enlightenment, to free them from scarcity and show them how to create limitless energy for themselves.We are obviously a genius, and we must bring enlightenment to the uninitiated masses.
>>6428623>Altruism. You don't do this for yourself, you do this for the people. You yearn to lead the masses down the path to enlightenment, to free them from scarcity and show them how to create limitless energy for themselves.Looks like a fun quest. Mage: The Ascension I guess? Atleast by the art I would think.
History will remember Henry Cobbledick as a man of the people. You shall be one of the leading figures of the Free Energy Revolution. When the people of Georgia rise up against the shadow government, every man and woman shall be blessed with stone skin and iron fists, thanks to your teachings. Each and every one of them shall learn how to imbue reality with their qi, and liberate the universe from the tyranny of the so-called laws of physics. As soon as you unlock these secrets for yourself, you will share them with those who you consider worthy. Unfortunately, your dreams of toppling the Energy Elite are disturbed when you see the floor manager approaches your desk. While you hurry about closing the various tabs and clearing out your history, Elizabeth Flemming purses her lips with such severity that they seem like they're about to collapse into a singularity. Thankfully, by the time that she arrives, you've gotten rid of all of the evidence of your research. As far as she's concerned, you were hard at work.It is only then that you take notice of the two meaty men standing behind her, immaculately groomed and utterly devoid of emotion.“Henry, these men are here to speak with you. I believe that they're from some sort of government agency..?”“That is correct, ma'am.” The black agent reaches into the depths of his suit and pulls free a badge, complete with his ID. Your eyes glaze over as soon as you try to read the acronyms written on the badge, but somehow you know that whatever department he comes from, it's serious business. The pit in your stomach tells you that you better do whatever they say.“Uh, how can I help you, gentlemen?” The voice of Henry Cobbledick, Master of Qigong, Philosopher of Transmutation and Free Energy Revolutionary, wavers like a reed in the wind. You sound as feeble as you look next to these black-clad giants, craning your neck in order to look up at them from your seat.“Agent Jameson, at your service,” says the white agent. He gestures to his comrade. “This is Agent Carmichael. If you would come with us, we have some questions for you.”“I hope this won't take long.” Elizabeth can't stop a little petulance from creeping into her tone. “Mister Cobbledick is behind schedule on his current assignment.” Of course your manager has to bust your balls, even when you're being accosted by spooks.“As long as he cooperates, there won't be a problem, ma'am.” The black agent speaks without looking away from you, even as he circles around to stand to your right, while his colleague remains on your left. While they wait for your compliance, they loom over you, their mere presence threatening you with great violence.>Comply. Let's be honest, you're not in any position to refuse the commands of these men.>Question them. You're not going anywhere until you know exactly what they want to discuss.>Fight for your life. They are clearly goons of the shadow government, here to silence you.
>>6428667>Question them. You're not going anywhere until you know exactly what they want to discuss.The damn feds are here
>>6428667>Question them. You're not going anywhere until you know exactly what they want to discuss.We totally consider ourselves a modern master of the Daoist Taiqing tradition, right? Thers nothing to fear from these common goons.
>>6428667>Question them. You're not going anywhere until you know exactly what they want to discuss.Serpents in the garden. I have a mind like a brilliant diamond. You beasts and your low cunning will not impede the glorious revolution.
“Hold on, I haven't agreed to anything.” Your head is swimming. What could they possibly want with you? You're just a normal man, doing his job. Why are two thugs straight out of a spy thriller trying to drag you out of your workplace? “Am I under arrest or something? Do you have a warrant? Does this have something to do with my research, what's even going on here?!”You can't keep a little shrill anxiety from creeping into your voice, as you belt out question after question. Agent Carmichael lifts the cuff of his jacket to his mouth and murmurs something into his sleeve, his voice low enough that you can't parse the words. As for Agent Jameson, with a heavy hand and fingers easily twice the width of yours, he grasps your shoulder. Though you try to shrug him off, his grip is like iron.“Mister Cobbledick, it is in your best interest to comply with our request.” His tone is flat and devoid of anything close to emotion. “As long as you cooperate, there won't be a problem.”“Just wait a second! I didn't see your badge for more than a couple of seconds, who do you even work for?! If you just want to ask me questions, why can't you ask me them here? I have rights!”You reach for Agent Jameson's wrist and apply pressure on his lieque, to prevent qi from travelling through his lung meridian to his hand, so that his grip might loosen. It doesn't work. If anything, his grasp tightens. To make matters worse, he moves to seize your left arm while the other agent comes in from the right, to grab your other arm and assist his colleague with dragging you out of your chair.“It is in your best interest to comply, Mister Cobbledick.” Agent Carmichael sounds just as passive and unaffected as Agent Jameson. No one in the office is remotely interested in helping you. Your floor manager has already staggered backwards, her eyes bulging behind thick glasses. Like the others, all she dares to do is watch the spectacle unfold.Do you stand any chance of resisting these goons?>I want three rolls of dice+1d100 and I will accept the highest roll. Typically, the higher the roll, the better, but in this case, you need to roll 90 or higher. Just beating the target number is all that counts this time.
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>6428767Hell yea we do
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>6428767Divinity will come, maybe not now, but it will come.
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>6428767I am like the water that reduces the mountain. I am like the wind in the darkness of the deepest cave.
You squirm and twist your body about, in an effort to replicate the techniques that you have observed countless times on YouTube. You try to clear your mind and loosen your body, to relax every limb and flop free from their grasp like a slippery noodle, but it's impossible for you to shake off the panic that's growing inside of you.To your credit, the men in black actually struggle to lift you from your seat, as you wriggle around like a fat little snake. In the end however, they successfully manage to drag you from your chair and towards the stairwell. All you can do is uselessly kick your legs as they haul you along like so much baggage.“Do not resist, Mister Cobbledick. It is in your best interest to comply.”The door to the stairwell swings open as you are dragged through its threshold. The last thing that you see before it slams shut are the gawking faces of your colleagues, bug-eyed and bewildered by the debacle, yet too sheepish and compliant to do anything about your abduction. Your feet drag across the tacky vinyl flooring, bumping against every step as you're hauled down them. Despite your best attempts to think of an argument that would convince your captors to release you, all you can do is splutter and whine.Yet in your hour of need, you are not alone.Something that has been slumbering in the back of your mind since the day you were born begins to manifest. You can feel a chrysalis within your brain break apart as something emerges from it, blossoming into being before your very eyes. Neither of the agents react to its presence, but you can't help but fall still as you witness the thought-form that coalesces and drifts alongside you. It exists only within your mind, or rather, as an extension of it.But what is it?>Siddhartha Gautama. The Buddha himself shall lead you to enlightenment, if you are able to parse his many koans.>Tanuki. A fat-bellied racoon dog with majestic testicles shall serve as your guide, if you can handle his penchant for trickery.>Nikola Tesla. The first Free Energy Revolutionary, whose great works you shall inevitably complete. Thomas Edison, eat your heart out.>Future You. Many years from now, you will project your consciousness back to this moment, to guide yourself to greatness. Don't think too hard about it.>Cleopatra. The alchemist, not the Queen of Egypt. With her aid, you shall be able to reproduce her philosopher's stone.>The Manuscript. Everywhere you look, there are now alchemical symbols. In order to master this world, you must decipher them.
>>6428829>Nikola Tesla. The first Free Energy Revolutionary, whose great works you shall inevitably complete. Thomas Edison, eat your heart out.SAVE US TESLA
>>6428829>Tanuki. A fat-bellied racoon dog with majestic testicles shall serve as your guide, if you can handle his penchant for trickery.I summon thee, psychopomp, imbue my hands with the iron of the bones of the Earth.
>>6428829>>Cleopatra. The alchemist, not the Queen of Egypt. With her aid, you shall be able to reproduce her philosopher's stone.
>>6428829>Cleopatra. The alchemist, not the Queen of Egypt. With her aid, you shall be able to reproduce her philosopher's stone.I would have preferred Tao Hongjing but at least she is an accomplished alchemist.
>Locking the vote there. Going with Cleopatra the Alchemist.
Unlike the legendary Queen of Egypt, the less famous Cleopatra the Alchemist is not particularly beautiful. Her homely figure drifts through the air before you, on currents unseen. A white robe billows all around her, while she leaves behind a heady aroma of sulphur and aroma that makes your nose sting. Her hands are stained with an array of vibrant colours, yet you find that your eyes slip off of her face like water off of a lotus leaf.“Behold the truth of Empedocles. What happens now has occurred before, and will occur for evermore.”She does not have a single voice. When her lips open, a host of women speak all at once. You can even hear a few men among them, but the chorus is predominantly feminine. As for the tone with which she speaks, it is detached yet sympathetic, understanding yet resigned. Her voices are those of men and women who have reconciled with the inevitable.“I-I don't understand...”You manage to mumble those words as you gaze upon Cleopatra, but the two brutes hauling you along take no notice. By this point, your legs are battered and bruised from being dragged down several flights of stairs. Even if you were released, you doubt that you would be able to stand upright, let alone walk properly after being bashed against so many steps.Thankfully, the agony comes to an end when their feet hit the first floor and you are pulled along a level surface instead, out of a fire exit and into the warmth of Atlanta. The light of the naked sun stings your eyes and for a moment, you fear that Cleopatra might vanish when you are carried out into the street beyond your office. She is still there, an apparition drifting before you, unseen by your captors or by the bemused bystanders who look on and do nothing. Ahead, an unmarked white van awaits, by which two more black-clad agents stand, identical to the goons who captured you. Once they haul you inside, God only knows what will happen to you.“You will witness the Serpent in its entirety. Cling to the illusions of choice and time if that is your wish, but you will not remain in this larval state forever. Metamorphosis is inevitable. Stasis is impossible.”The vision of Cleopatra begins to waver. You have mere moments before she evaporates, leaving you alone in the custody of these men in black. This might be your only chance to question her... or to metamorphose.>Remain silent. You don't want to risk the ire of your captors by letting them know that you're going insane, and seeing things that aren't there.>Demand knowledge from Cleopatra. What does she mean by the Serpent? How is she appearing before you like this? What is going on?>Behold the Ouroboros. This will change everything. If you do not choose this option now, it will become available again at a later point in time.
>>6429034>Behold the Ouroboros. This will change everything. If you do not choose this option now, it will become available again at a later point in time.Time to perceive the snake, I guess.
>>6429034>>Behold the Ouroboros. This will change everything. If you do not choose this option now, it will become available again at a later point in time
>>6429034>Behold the Ouroboros. This will change everything. If you do not choose this option now, it will become available again at a later point in time.Snek tiem
>>6429034>>Demand knowledge from Cleopatra. What does she mean by the Serpent? How is she appearing before you like this? What is going on?Doubt would be important, if we truly were destined to be great, we wouldn't blindly submit to fate, whether it seems good or bad
>Locking the vote there. Going with the Ouroboros.
It's now or never. In spite of the words of Cleopatra, you cannot be certain that you would ever see daylight again, if you allow yourself to be thrown into the back of that van. One of the agents waiting by the vehicle has his hand by his temple, the tips of his fingers pressed against the frame of his glasses. He is the first of the thugs to react to the phantasmal presence of the Egyptian. His brow furrows and he bellows something at his comrades, yet you cannot make out the words. You can barely see him at all.“Show me,” you mumble, without any regard for your captors. The apparition floating before you offers no words, only a sad smile as she takes your face in her stained hands. Her ephemeral form is already disintegrating, yet the integrity of her being lasts long enough for her to plant a tender kiss against your brow. When her lips part from your skin, Cleopatra dissolves into nothing, her essence becoming one with yours once more.Everything around you, every agent and every bystander, every car and every street light, every leaf and every brick, explodes.Each of the men standing to either side of you, each grasping an arm, splits into a thousand parts, each of which splits into a thousand more. Everything else that you see before you undergoes the same division, unravelling into their constituent parts. All of existence is atomised, until all that is left is a stream of particles so numerous that they might just be infinite, a shining river running through nothing. Unbound and unburdened, you reach out to run your hand through the particulate flow, only to find that it is solid.For each atom that you see before you is in actuality a scale, to which you are equal in size.Each of these plates is etched with an array of symbols unlike anything you have seen, yet you find yourself gifted with an innate understanding of what has been written. You know what each of these scales was, is, and shall be.You pull away from the river, to view it from a greater vantage point. For what feels like a kalpa, you withdraw into the void, yet the stream is so vast that your perception of it scarcely changes. Only after an eternity, are you able to perceive that the scales do not flow along a flat plane. They curve into the shape of a vast cylinder, of a diameter that defies measurement. The further you retreat, the clearer it becomes that the scaled structure bends, curving until it forms a torus of indescribable proportions. Finally, you are able to see all of it, everything, in its totality.You are able to behold its innumerable scales, you are able to observe the shape of its majestic skull, you are able to witness its eyes, each of which is a luminous sun that bears the sign of aether. It is a serpent, biting its own tail.It is the Serpent. It is One and it is All. One is All and through it is All, and by it is All, for if it is not All, All is Nothing.
Yet though it is One, it is not singular. It is four. You bear witness to three more sets of eyes, and you see that Báilóng bites the tail of Zhūlóng, who bites the tail of Qīnglóng, who bites the tail of Hēilóng, who bites the tail of Báilóng. Yet where is Huánglóng? Why does the Yellow Emperor not take his place among the Wǔfāng Shàngdì?You gaze into the many eyes of the Ouroboros that is the Four Dragon Kings, and you see yourself, adrift in the emptiness. You see Henry Cobbledick. You see Cleopatra the Alchemist. You see Abu Bakr al-Razi. You see Marie Meurdrac. You see Tao Hongjing. You see Sun Bu'er. You see the single scale that you were, are and shall always be. You turn your gaze from yourself and watch as the Serpent turns, in its futile quest to consume itself.Free from the hide of Lúnhuí, you are aware of all things. You know the wound that lies on the Serpent's body, of the void where you should be. You know the position of each scale that defines the agents who have accosted you. You know what is etched on every plate, and that you may rewrite what is written, if you so choose.As the Ouroboros turns, you can perceive that your assailants are pinning your earthly form to the ground. One of them is reaching for his sidearm, hidden beneath his jacket. Another is producing restraints made from a curious alloy of gold and silver. You know their minds, and that they are agents of stasis. They believe that they can stop the Serpent from turning, that the Ouroboros will ever release its tail from its jaws. They believe that they can dethrone the Dragon Kings.They couldn't be more wrong.>You are Awakening. While your Awakening is underway, each option will have a Sphere associated with it – one of nine metaphysical elements of reality. Once your Awakening is over, you will be limited to the Spheres that you have chosen. The more times that you select a single Sphere, the more powerful your mastery of that Sphere shall be.>Reverse the rotation of the Ouroboros. Go back to the moment when this all began, so that you may set things right. (Time.)>Through neidan, you shall escape the grasp of your captors. With xingyiquan, you shall subdue them. (Life.)>Your assailants have no equilibrium, for their yang is ascendant. Manifest the chemical consequences of such imbalance. (Matter.)>The masses know that you fight for them, and so they shall fight for you. First they shall liberate you, then you shall liberate energy itself. (Mind.)>Plant the scale of one of the agents in the place where yours should be. Through transposition, you shall be free. (Correspondence.)>The Law of Acceleration is a lie. Turn the mass of your captors against them. They were fools for ever having faith in Newton. (Forces.)
>>6429426>Your assailants have no equilibrium, for their yang is ascendant. Manifest the chemical consequences of such imbalance. (Matter.)Matter, Life, and Forces Mage? Turn ourselves into steel that flows like water?
>>6429426>Reverse the rotation of the Ouroboros. Go back to the moment when this all began, so that you may set things right. (Time.)>>6429434What about Time, Matter and Entropy? We can create a timeless training chamber with little to no Universal pushback (at some point) and ways to mess with our opponents to get the upper hand by messing with time and chance, think of it like a Jackie Chan bullshit stunts with bullet time, and matter to practice Alchemy and make pills for when we finally focus into more aggressive SpheresI'm also thinking of maybe using:>Correspondence, Time and Life (Ligh Speed punches and legs sweeps that comes from nowhere)>Force, Life, Mind (Full Social + Martial prowess. Intimidating aura and energy blasts with Force, peak physical performance with Force, and Mind to enhance other people's perceptions to make us look even more intimidating, charismatic, or whatever. Or maybe make a mental palace with Mind to train with Cleopatra)>Matter, Forces, Correspondence (Full spiritual path? Visiting other realms, summoning spirits and other ascended beings to help us, and to actually make alchemical drugs to cover our shortcomings and to cultivate)I can't think of what other things we could do, maybe some kind of Ascended magi tech with Matter + Forces and any other sphere we can get, to either bless our machines and other inventions, I'm just really thinking of archetypes/builds and what to use to get there.
>>6429426>>The Law of Acceleration is a lie. Turn the mass of your captors against them. They were fools for ever having faith in Newton. (Forces.)
>>6429426>Your assailants have no equilibrium, for their yang is ascendant. Manifest the chemical consequences of such imbalance. (Matter.)Nothing stays the same, yet all is eternal.
>>6429426>>Plant the scale of one of the agents in the place where yours should be. Through transposition, you shall be free. (Correspondence.)Teleporting is fun.
>>6429426>>Reverse the rotation of the Ouroboros. Go back to the moment when this all began, so that you may set things right. (Time.)
