“And the sky opened up, like a gaping maw it swallowed itself. The blue was still there but it warped as the scenery does when it is horribly hot. Waves and the clouds billow forming faces of heathens and long past due souls that float against the stars. They smiled at me, a knowing smile as if they knew I knew something. Something I did not know. And from that smile it all pieced together. The growing drowsiness of the world around, the strange time of peace when war is always raging. They told me voicelessly, gasping;
The world is ending,
and it will be a happy end.”
10 Million Colors is a prose based, vaguely plotted comic about deities, sense of self, and the end of the world.
On a casual update schedule.
( at least once a month )
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