mong the first to go were the bodies. They wriggled out of the dark holes of their minds and slithered upon the starless soil. No more had they begun than they stopped and no more had they stopped than they saw and no quicker had they seen than the fragmented fatal light leapt into them.
And the light cast out their spirits.
And the souls were left alone.
And with no home for themselves, they evaporated.
And what was left? A thousand blind windows. Horrors that no man will see. A Disneyland without children. First mankind made himself many islands from a pangea and then an archipelago from each man and then sand and then dust from which he came: an unholy anti-meiosis, dividing into nothing.
And on the third day, He rose again.
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