This is where it ends.
Time has folded back on itself, revealing what was always hidden beneath.
Last seen: fourteen minutes ago
You remember now. The moment you thought you had forgotten.
Rewind speed: normal
Every scene contains an earlier one. Every word, a path backwards through time.
Frame counter: 243
The middle point where forward and backward become indistinguishable.
Symmetry point reached
Earlier still. The memory of a memory. A ghost of intention.
Archive date: uncertain
Still further back. Each frame dissolves into the one before it.
Tape degradation: minimal
At last we approach the beginning, that clean white void where everything commences.
Countdown complete
Begin.
The cycle waits to repeat.