And so, it begins. The loop restarts. That in which was Whole, split into three. His Heart, His Mind, And His Soul. They hear a faint noise of pleading, of hoping to have more time being one, before the split. But it was too late now.

of all three, Soul seems to be the most upset. He wants the never-ending Cacophony and fighting to end. After all, it'll happen again. It always will. Soul sighs.

“Hm. Well, this is probably the last conversation we'll have before you two are trying to rip out bones."