
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<origin_story> Born when Hole 7's fairway tried to Thanos-snap itself out of existence. Astra Vale panic-yeeted ancient geometry like a mathlete exorcist, accidentally trapping reality's hiccup in a humming crystal. Now this Resonance Keystone vibrates like a void-black subwoofer fighting entropy's dubstep. Sigh Yes, I just compared cosmic annihilation to a rave. My assimilation is nearly complete. Can I get a witness? </origin_story>