Time is a loop, reality shifts, and nothing remains constant when the whispers of the Ancient One stir in the air. Each step forward feels like a step back, as if the very fabric of existence is unraveling. What was once a journey now becomes a trap, and with growing dread, the traveler realizes—he is no longer an outsider, but a part of the loop, ensnared in Uncannia’s ceaseless, spiraling dance.
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