As if the shambolic conduits of life, ever-so brimmed with their usual share of highs and lows, could not get any weirder, you just had to happen upon... it.

At first glance, nothing but a doodle drawn by an infant is how that entity seemed to be, with its four, extremely simple-looking floating appendages that were not even in direct contact with each other and which ended with strange aglow white circle... thingies?

However, to deem this entity as but a mere living floating doodle is to be stricken by both utter stupidity and contempt towards the oddities of life. At that point, you might as well go ahead and try to touch it without a single doubt; see if your body can survive being possibly torn across time and space, and no longer be able to wonder if being a noisome philistine before the encounter of such a gigantic juncture in your life truly was the correct choice all along.

Alas, like that last sentence implied, what you have just encountered is no normal entity... but an instance of a Model-01, devourers of axioms and maths and pilgrims of absolute time. More specifically, one undergoing the terminal Model-01-J-1 stage, thus inexorably being bound to remain spatially stagnant. Seems like you were clad in enough luck (or lack thereof) in order to have encountered it right when it was resting on this specific time axis.

Obviously, it has no desire to interact with you yet. So, what shall you do about it? Behold its prescence, forsake it, or, for some uncouth reason, tresspass its spatial threshold and venture into the unknown, possibly tempting it into doing actions that could take you to perilous (and probably lethal) whims of fate only it may know about for now and anticipate with its likely all-pervading foresight?