The sky was a screaming, spiraling abyss.
A singular, monstrous eye stretched across the heavens, its prismatic hues twisting in impossible spectrums, shifting like an oil slick on the surface of reality. At its center lay a black hole—an all-consuming void that pulled at my very essence, threatening to rip me apart at the seams.
I pointed my gun at it, my fingers trembling, my body failing.
Blood poured from my lips, thick and hot. My insides burned, my skin cracked as though something inside me was boiling alive. Each breath was agony, my vision darkening at the edges. But I didn't lower my aim.
I would not bow.
Even as death clawed at my bones, I stood. I stood because I refused to kneel before that thing.
"The King in Yellow," I spat, my voice a raw whisper drowned by the howling winds. "I curse you. I curse you until the end of time...!!"
The eye blinked.
A soundless roar echoed through the cosmos, and then.
Darkness.
Cold. Crushing. Cramped.
