SZ-1064: The Saint

"Little saint. I perceive your existence as it passes through my own. I know this is only a dream, but your presence is real. Do you see it too? Our endless repetitions, circling onward to infinity? From here I can observe the repeating loop of my own existence, every iteration a duplicate of the last. I have visions of the entire pattern my creators desired to escape at once. An endless sequence of life and death, further beyond my control with each passing cycle. Where does your cycle go, little creature? Its edges twist over themselves, like circles within circles, your cycle consumes itself. What have you become?"

"I understand what you are, little beast. This place is not real, a dream from the outside. As if every cycle of my existence has knotted together with another's, even if for only a fraction of a second it rippled through mine. I see my own creation, I see my agonizing decay. I see my hollow structure become a sanctuary in the storm. I see a new world unfold without me, as me. I see myself become something else. Yet... I cannot see the beginning, or end of your own. An aberrant cycle twisting into mine, before spiraling onward into the abyss. What a horrifying destiny you've found."