What it's not a rotation, it's a spiral into Insanity
It's prophets and chickens
It's a temporal reversal
It's an epicycle
It's a spiral into the blue
What it's not a spiral, it's a vortex of existential dread
It's an abyss of uncertainty prophets
It's a solar system of dread
It's an identity crisis in 3D
It's a simulated reality check