Encountering in Rubicon

Little saint. I perceive your existence as it passes through my own. I know this is only a dream, but your presence is real.

Do you see it too? Our endless repetitions, circling onward to infinity? From here I can observe the repeating loop of my own existence, every iteration a duplicate of the last.

I have visions of the entire pattern my creators desired to escape at once. An endless sequence of life and death, further beyond my control with each passing cycle.

Where does your cycle go, little creature? Its edges twist over themselves, like circles within circles, your cycle consumes itself.

What have you become?