A Requiem for the Fading
It is said that whoever gazes long enough into the abyss absorbs an incurable melancholy. The realization that all warmth is temporary, that every spoken word dissolves into the ether, drives the observer into a profound state of mourning. They seek a way to halt the dissipation.
The answer was found not in preservation, but in infinite recursion. By shaping the material into an Ouroboros—the serpent devouring its own tail—a physical paradox was created. An unopenable loop. A circuit without a terminus.
When this circuit is placed upon the throat, it does not intend to execute or punish. It intends to elegy. It sits against the pulse, sensing the fleeting beats of life, locking the sorrow of the fading world within its golden jaws. It becomes a silent mourner for the host.
