"Don't break the cycle, my foolish old self! Thy you will be erased."
The sudden ethereal, transcendent voice echoed in Aengus's mind like a thunderclap reverberating through eternity. It carried an authority that seemed unmatched, spanning eons and beyond the constraints of time itself.
Startled, Aengus instinctively searched for the source of the voice, but it was futile. No matter where he looked, the voice seemed to transcend space and time, existing beyond his comprehension.
He sighed deeply, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like an invisible hand. The voice... his voice, from the future, was trying to manipulate him, urging him to uphold the cycle.
"They talked about a cycle," Aengus thought, his fists clenching tightly. A cycle of torment? Endless repetition? If they've failed before, what's the point of following the same doomed path?
