So this is a Callous remark of how I've shrugged at the night sky figuring the lights are already out. I must've known the person that had paced towards me because they marched towards me with a stomp for each heel. She pulls me around by the shoulder and exclaims in distress, "Why are you so calm?" To which I responded, "It's just the end, at least we're here for the last one." He pats his dog's head, he seems so very calm right now. I take a swig of my wine and walk to the backyard and gaze out at the most magnificent thing I had ever bewildered come true.  Soon there'll be no light. The girl had already whimpered off crying. "Wonder what's happening on the other side of the planet?" Throwing his glass at his house he'd spent so much time and effort to procure only to have the other end of the barrel shoved down my throat weeks after. My gut wrenches "Will this side of the planet rush the cold over to their dusk?...

 The figments of these trees stand so tall. A cat of red, green, and yellow depicting the shades of faint blue light or is that casting a somersault off the catapult sending me out of that trip show. The propulsion of the hydraulics sent me out of the water drenched. A sheer force of pressurized water erupts off the wall, filled with the psychedelic water clouding my mind as if it were mist jump-starting my optical senses. Filling in sclerosis in air pockets that bubble them like an omelet to fry. I land in long blades of grass surrounded by humongous trees with flowers I'd never seen. Lit-up bugs emitted a strong electrical current illuminating the world around me. I wonder just where I've been overthrown by an elaborate pyrotechnic controlling the flow of erosion and stone. Coughing up what's still stuck in my lung after a series of bursts of liquid in my stomach, "Multi-coloured. That can't be good. Still no guppies. That's a good sign. " I stumble gett...

 My opponent looking for any way to hurt the wings guiding my fall stilling life within me to find a weak tendon in his anatomy. Already had a broken thumb from above when I'd fallen through on the dense clear water of cyan and blue. The rest of the hand no longer crunched and contorted helps me glide the metal locking me to the Feral discourse so similar. The heated plate of a hemisphere hitting the horizon. He manages to use my own inertia against me buckling my hip bone and flipping me as he twists my spine with the muscle tissue of my wings. I scream in excruciating pain as he rips both of my wings off. I catch my near mirrored image's hand, looping it around his three fingers and snapping each one. The sustained sonic noise flattened our senses of sound. We continue catapulting to the ground dragging him down to the next jolt of entering the next barrier towards the asphalt. That pang of hitting the atmosphere our eardrums leaving the level of decibels with us both disorie...

 For a long time, I stood upon ground undefined. The only discernible colours surrounding us are cyan and a darker emerald. Above me the source for all creation a brilliant white light. Conveying in a voice with no discernible or inexplicable means its sounds array the intent from an overbearing source. The heliocentric cosmological allaying waves as an inaudible gravitational pull on my dizzying self. Permeating a knowing sense of time only excused by the age it sees, as little of me. As attained by satellites, planets, and stars meant to draw in over the constant convalescence over immutable relativity of all to gravity. So for the possibility, constellations light up out of his awareness. For each new star, another connection is made and another until one persists all others. Its divine essence and clarity develop an identity out of the nebula in which a finite surface will be enough for what will forever last. "Even beyond you. My first creation." The intangible voice spo...