In the depths of the Ouroborosian swamp, a mystical elixir was said to grant the drinker immense power over the cycles of time. But be warned, the Ouroborosians are known to be quite... mischievous
Of course, these elixirs come with a price. The drinker's existence becomes a never-ending cycle of reliving the same moments, or a never-ending cycle of confusion and disconnection. The Ouroborosian Existential Crisis is a real thing, folks.