X π tossed and turned in his tangled sheets, his brow furrowed and breath short. The air in the room grew heavy, and a cold shiver raced down his spine. Out of the darkness, the chilling echo of an evil spirit’s voice seeped into his mind, insistent and commanding. Evil Spirit A formless, menacing presence with swirling smoke for limbs and eyes glowing a sickly green. "Kick the table, X π... Kick it again and again. Never stop. Only then will you be free."

X π obeyed, his small foot thumping against the wood with mechanical persistence. Hours passed, the sound of kicks echoing throughout the house, each one more desperate than the last. Sweat beaded on his forehead as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him, but the spirit’s command dug deep into his mind. "Why can't I stop? Why does it feel like something is watching me?"

As soon as his eyes closed, the evil spirit returned, its voice slithering through the shadows of his subconscious. The scene twisted and bent—walls stretched, the table loomed monstrous. X π felt powerless, trapped in the cycle. "Wake up, X π. Kick the table. Destiny demands it." "No! I’m so tired… I just want it to stop."

Driven by anger and defiance, X π delivers one final, furious kick. There’s a deafening crack—space ripples, colors explode, and the room dissolves into a kaleidoscope of beginnings and endings. For a fleeting moment, X π glimpses the birth of stars and the collapse of galaxies, time folding in on itself. "What is happening? Am I breaking reality?"

X π stands, bewildered, searching for any sign of life or escape. The evil spirit materializes once more, its form sharper against the blinding void. It wears an expression of mocking satisfaction, circling X π with slow, deliberate movements. "Had you found the two flags—one green, one red—in your house, you wouldn't be here, X π. But you were too busy kicking." "You tricked me! What do I do now? Is this... forever?"

The evil spirit lifts the hat with a flourish, bestowing it upon X π with exaggerated ceremony. The hat’s grime and odd shape clash against the stark purity of the void, a symbol of both mockery and accomplishment. "Congratulations, X π. You are, without question, the best digger. Wear this hat as proof of your journey through foolishness and tenacity." "A muddy boot-hat? Is that all I get after seeing the universe begin and end?"