Over and Over and Over and Over and

One constant in the multiverse and all of its accompanying timelines is emotion. And part of that constant, is sorrow. For a group of beings, to archive the feeling of sorrow; every measurement, every scenario, and every experience pertaining to it is one that they are willing to meet. Their solution, a creature born from their hands. Emphatic in nature, almost completely moldable in form and mind. A subject, they thus name: Sisyphus. Cast from its birthplace, beyond where their creators are, yet never beyond their control, and into an eternity of sorrow.