Aria and Vigil sit around while the clone drives the car.
The car lurches to a halt. Out the window, about 100 meters away, you can see three very large green skinned bipedal creatures sitting and standing around a large boulder. Two of them appear to be arguing. Gesturing at one another with what appear to be unrooted trees. The third one looks a bit distressed and quite nervous. None of them appear to have noticed the car.
The Gnoll Village Foxhound Task Force heads back to the Yahweh. Woo! Now what?
A Cat watches. Grinning as it lounges in a lap. The frozen form the lap's owner sweats. One of its first voluntary actions for almost a month It's time for a
Repeat once more.
One of the Universal Truths is about Cycles.All things Age.
The interesting thing about Cycles.All things grow Old.
Is that they always Begin Anew.All things grow Decrepit.
Cycles Always Repeat.Opulent.
Everything that has happened.Despondent.
Has happened before.Wasteful.
And you are no different.A glimpse of white. A chair is wheeled away from the table.
Dear Member of the Board of Akras.A frantic screaming. Mind and soul flayed away.
I mean really. What were you expecting?The soul merged with something Other. The useful bits mingled seamlessly.
You angered a Magos within His Domain.A flash of white. Another chair wheeled away.
You ended a World on a Whim.Screaming.
You attempted to harm His Creations.And then Silence.
Magi are Very protective of Their Own.The sound of Forgiveness. Screaming and then Silence.
And now?A flash of white. This time Your chair is wheeled away. You struggle fruitlessly. Bound by otherworldy light.
It is time for you to Begin Anew.Your IV rips out of your arm. Pain. Among the last sensations you will feel this life.
It is time for you to Repeat.You are wheeled into a Circle. Glowing purple. The cat leaps off your lap. Exiting the Circle and gazing back at you with a smug look. A fundamentally younger Cat is placed upon your lap.
It's all part of the Cycle you see.Two voices chant in unison.Welcome to Life Anew. Z̶͍̲̩̘̞i̪͚̘̟i҉̼ͅ. Spawn of Hunger.There is
Pain. You Scream. Your Soul is Shredded. And then there is
Light.Enjoy your time in Creation. Nephew."Welcome to life." Your Creator speaks. Disconnected Memories of Math and Logistics flicker through your mind.
"Do you have a name you wish to go by?"The Cat slinks into the Shadows. Fading from your vision.