Paradoxes. They’re often infuriating, completely impossible to understand and yet so intriguing. Xanthrax is a being made entirely of them. Older than space and time itself, he drifts through the stars, pondering his purpose. He is not a god, but something else, and not even he, who has all the knowledge of the cosmos at his fingertips, knows what. Join him as he sifts through his memories, losing and finding himself in a vicious cycle as he tries to fathom the one that perplexes him. Existence.