Darkness approaches. The horizon swirls with antipathy. It reaches down to touch Gaia. She reaches back and is pulled into the spiral vortex. Tornado arriving like the climax to a Pink Floyd epic...
Run...
Angel guiding me on streets of cobblestone...I've been here before...<"Don't question. Follow me.">
Turning to see people dying. Skin shredded from their bones. Their screams are a siren call of the end.
God has other plans for me.
It is getting brighter. God is in this place. The pulse of creation is boiling my blood. He/She is coming.
It is ending...<"It is only beginning.">
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