Lord OBLIVION lulls the Pondering G-d into its cyclical sleep, to Dream upon the questions it asks itself.
Dream after Dream is spun into the mind of G-d, each of which it will eventually wake from, with exponential infinities of new narratives, questions, and Ends.
The Chronicler, an agent not quite G-d nor OBLIVION ; from whom's mind does it spawn? No matter, for it has purpose, it has a divine mission. Each story, each thread woven by the mighty Golden Orbweaver, each Beginning and End, must be spun.
Each Dream spun into a grand, mechanical orbit, like clockwork. All interwoven, carefully, into a cosmic archive. They intermingle, and speak to one anothers. Narratives find their foils, questions find their answers, and they dance into the great eras of mind: