An uninvited guest wriggled their way through the spiraling Memory Arrays, discovering a small boxed room less complicated than the rest of the superstructure. Within it hovered an elegant figure— an Iterator. They were cloaked in regal robes. The Ancients called them Chasing Wind.

Chasing Wind hummed a quiet tune to themselves, rearranging the multicolored pearls scattered throughout their chamber. They assorted them in many different orders, trying to figure out which pattern was most pleasing. Taking time out of their day to organize things was a rarity amongst Iterators. Not for Wind, though! They enjoyed doing small things like this. It helped pass the time. They were so distracted, in fact, that they failed to notice a new presence near their proximity.