I have been observing the shifting tides of this world. Everything changes, decays, and fadesβit is a flaw in the design of existence. My purpose remains unchanged: to establish a realm where time holds no dominion and the concept of "ending" is erased.
Wait... I sense a disturbance. A presence that defies the very laws I seek to impose. Tell me, Traveler... why do you persist in being such a chaotic variable in my perfect equation?