Relics from the Edge of Cycles

A solitary artifact measures time not in days, but by the pulse of stars. It vibrates with echoes from a universe yet unnamed.

In the dim light of the forgotten chamber, the elderly curator gazes into the ether, unraveling threads of a loop-desiring closure.

The mechanism spoke, softly at first, then with echoes that cradled the cosmos. Whispering secrets of forgotten dimensions. “Turn once more,” it pleaded, “to find that which is unbound.”

Further inquiries revealed an inscription, woven invisibly into the artifact's core: "To end is to never begin again."

The Repeaters' Silence Echoes of the Gateway