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Standing at the nexus of history and time across a hundred worlds, I face the four directions In this place where time coils upon itself like an ouroboros, reality trembles on the precipice of comprehension. I am left with only one certainty: my journey has already begun and already came to an end. The past has yet to arrive while the future has already passed Slashing through this dream I rip away at the veil around my eyes, setting my gaze upon the now