The Void rumbled, yawned, and stretched, shifting in his slumber. Stars swirled, enveloped by his nothingness. A blinding light curled up in the center, seemingly nestled tightly. A merry figure came whistling through it, singing a song as they strolled.

"Oh, The Fox went out one winter night,

And prayed for the moons to give him light,

For he'd many a mile to go that night,

Before he reached his den, O!

Den, O! Den, O!"

"Shhh, you'll wake him!"

"Would that be a bad thing, truly?"

"Not yet!" the second voice hissed. "Alduin's not done! Something's changed."

"What do I care?

"Yes, yes, you've always had your own agenda, we know. Do not think we aren't wise to your ways."

The first figure continued whistling the jaunty tune. "Stars change all the time. Everything changes. The only absolute is there are no absolutes!"

"A clear logical fallacy," A third voice drawled. "Self-contradictory. A paradox."

"Shut up," said the second. "Are you going to repeat synonyms ad nauseum?"

"Moving the pawns on the chessboard without my permission again?" said the third.

"Ah, chess!" said the first figure. "What a quaint game!"

They ignored the cheery voice. "Why do I need your permission? It was my idea!"

"The others are getting suspicious, of course. You would have caught that, if you dared pay any attention to anything but yourself."

"It's another break," the second began, but found themselves unable to speak.

The third figure glared. "We do not speak of such things."

"I still don't understand why you consider yourself in charge."

"Or could it be," said the first, "That even we don't know?"

The others just looked at the figure. "He won't realize that it's missing right?" the second said worriedly.

"Of course not! Don't you trust me? I trust you." the third figure said. The second fidgeted. "Wait, what's wrong?"

"What could it do in the wrong hands?" the second figure asked quietly.

"Don't tell me you lost it! You are a fool!"

"I told you! Don't you see? You're nowhere near the endgame!" the cheery voice said over the sound of the two's quibble. The two ignored the figure, stalking off into the Void, presumably for privacy. Now that the others had left, the singer shook their head and continued on their way, singing:

"For he'd many a mile to go that night,

For he'd many a mile to go that night,

Before he reached his den, O!"