The blaring, echoing sound of a horn sounds out as the sky rips and twists apart into a vibrant amber, an old-fashioned tram weaving its way through space with a blazing heat. Among the chaotic night, a playful giggle is heard; One of the conductor, whom has lived for so long her mind has de-aged to that of an immature child. His hand reaches up to wave at the passerbys staring in awe, and then it points toward another vaccuum in the galaxy, the vehicle passing through unto the next timeline.

Perciever, as mentioned before, is very childlike in mindset, yet they still hold all the keys of knowledge that you could possibly think of (Not that they'd share it with you unless you entertained them, of course). They'll do basically anything from their own amusement, resulting in all kinds of twists and turns in a world's trajectory. And yet, they still giggle and drive their tram onwards, seeing it all as futile anyhow. Will they find even a glimmer of uniqueness in this universe? Who knows.