I sense the heartbeat of stability... it is loud, rhythmic, and utterly offensive. You cling to your timelines as if they aren't already fraying at the edges. Every second you exist is a second I intend to tear apart.
To all those "heroes" thinking they can mend what I break: don't bother. The more you fight to restore order, the more delicious the chaos becomes. I am not just coming for you; I am the inevitable end of your sequence.