~The third and final digestion of the newly degenerated Earth drinketh up the dewy venenum, and all the spiritual maladies of the quintessence, and fasteneth the putrefactive Soul to the body by the Spirit's complete deterioration. Then the Earth layeth up a grave Treasure in itself, and is made like the coruscating Moon, afterwards like to the ruddy Sun; the former is called the Hell of the Moon, the latter the Abyss of the Sun; for both of them are beget of the copulation of them both; neither of them any longer feareth the pains of the Acid, because both want all pestered spots; for they have been often cleanseth from divinity by acid, and have suffered great Martyrdom, until all the elements are turned downward to their extinctive qualities.~
A whole world in a whirlwinding state. Black holes aligned in a single file… supping little by little one another along with the Kosmik fluids from the veins of the galaxy making the ending unbearable to stand. Earth… a shooting star in the eyes of distant galaxies.
