Through a Spyglass as the End of Man Dawns
The reign of Man ended when the rip appeared in the twilight sky. The vertical slice widened, formed a hole of impenetrable darkness like the mouth of God opening above us. It spewed a roiling cloud of blackness–a forming Rorschach inkblot against the dimming sky. From its center grew a blaze of writhing flesh. The flesh coalesced into distinction. Hideous monstrosities, lumpish, hairless, some tentacled, emerged through the rift. They marched earthward as if on an invisible road, one after the other. Countless silent behemoths. Living nightmares bathed in moonlight.
Human screams erupted around me. The sea beyond my balcony reddened as fireballs streaked the sky. I lowered my binoculars and wept.
Having descended, the new Gods roared.
