Welcome, traveler, to the infinite loop, where time and space are but a distant memory.
We begin with the beginning of the end, where time is relative and reality is a distant past.
In this segment, we find the middle of the end, where the fabric of space-time is torn asunder.
Here, the end of the beginning is in sight, and the infinite loop is almost, almost...
In this segment, the loop is a self-fulfilling prophecy, a never-ending cycle of...
...where time and space are but a distant memory, and all that remains is the sound of my voice, saying...