Ouroboros Spine hymn

with the race track mapping itself out in his mind, kivaluk gives his silent approval in the form of a determined nod.

i think...— kivaluk lets it hang in the air for a moment; mischievous. coy. as if he is still thinking about it. that the last one there is a rotten egg! he crows delightedly before he leaps forward with a cackle.