A luscious, large, looming knight jumps over the fire, screaming bloody murder as if he is burning alive. Nevertheless, he prevails and comes out unscathed only to join his comrades at the bottom of the nightmarish pit. Ignore them, ignore their attempts, ignore myself watching over their triumphs. I have no wish to leave here, no wish to become part of their merry band. They plan to win in order to collect me for their crew, but I will not lift a finger to their coup.

Merry and merry, spin and spin. The cycle begins anew again, once bequeathed and once beneath. I will not allow my time to be sheathed. Understand and overflow, no matter who you stow. I will continue the loop. Looping and looping. Merry and merry. Spinning and spinning. Above all, who will I be to them in the end?