-- Hey, Babka, make me something to eat!

That's the first thing I hear when I'm born. How many times have I been here? I stopped counting a long time ago. I've been punished by being in this purgatory for sins I don't remember for a long time. Something truly horrible must have happened to condemn a sinner to an eternal rebirth, with no chance of redemption.

The grandfather and Babka, merging in an argument like Terra and Caelus, don't even realize that they have given life to something that has acquired an immortal soul. And so, having received form and flesh, as on a beaten path I do all the same actions as thousands of times before. I walk away from those who gave me life, in search of Death. 

Who will be my executioner this time? A rabbit? A wolf? A bear? No, not in this life. The fox. I hear her. The melody of her speech hypnotizes me, and I look deeper and deeper into the abyss of her stomach. Many cycles ago, I stopped desperately clinging to my life: it's a predestined outcome.

The steel of the Fox's fangs pierces my flesh, filling her bottomless womb with my juices. There is no pain, no sorrow: I have long since accepted my fate. Consciousness leaves my body with the comforting thought that there is something heroic about it: I am dying so that the living may live on. Hopefully, someday I will find Forgiveness.

Ouroboros devours itself completely, the wheel of Sansara makes a full turn and the merciless millstones of Eternity itself once again grind down an entire generation. The dead flesh of the Fox feeds the herbs from which I will arise, so that the cycle repeats itself. It's time to die.

-- Hey, Babka, make me something to eat!