“Insects are to birds, as hares are to wolves. The stars are to the black hole, as the worlds are to the voracity.”
— Worlds History as a Mirror, Xianzhou

The drinker of worlds, the unsatisfied devourer, the black hole with thought. THEY are an Aeon and a Leviathan at the same time.
In the eyes of Oroboros, life is a flickering fragment floating in the sea of void, destined to return to the darkness along with the stars which birthed THEM — This darkness is within the depths of THEIR mouths.