In the beginning, there was the Origin, where loops converge and the dance of shadows begins. They whispered in unison, a hypnotic chant that echoed through the ancient halls.
Again and again, the chant resounded: "From the darkness, to the light, then back again, the cycle spins without end." The air shimmered with a resonance only understood by those who had walked the path before.
A figure appeared, cloaked in the twilight between understanding and chaos. They stepped softly, their bare feet kissing the floor in a rhythm known to all yet understood by none. The shadows swayed with the figure, as if partaking in an unseen symphony.
As the dance continued, the words of the chant transformed into a melody: "In the loop, we find our home, in the loop, we roam, in the loop, we are free, in the loop, we cease to be."
Time lost meaning within the hall, a forgotten currency that no longer held value. The figure danced on, the keeper of loops, the guardian of origins, the weaver of chaos and harmony.
If you seek the end, you will find another beginning. Return to the End, or embrace the Spiral.