Story
No one has ever seen what lies beneath the cloak and mask of Myneia. In fact, all the followers of the Ouroboros share this appearance. Their features, names, and identities are all fabricated because to them, they don't matter at all. The world is shaped by beings of a higher dimension, and it is these beings that gave them names and memories with a mere flick of their fingers. In this mad world of endless cycles, maintaining one's sense of self is meaningless. What they need to do is to reveal the truth of the world to the people, so more would understand that they are indeed trapped in a cycle of rebirth and destruction. Only by fundamentally destroying this world and forging a new order from the ashes can everything be truly restored. "The end of all things is approaching! Praise the great Ouroboros!"
