The image of a faceless man is burned into my mind. Darkness. Shade. Dusk. Shadows. Not a glimmer of his light remains in my memory, only the lacuna of a sunken visage and desolate body. His carcass is a white wall and his face is a black hole. Just before the event horizon shreds me into a billion fragments, I feel myself being dragged back into the Outside; tooth and nail I cling to nothingness, but I'm helpless to do anything about it. There's nothing left for me to cling to.

Drunkenly, I stumble out onto the brutal sidewalk; the ground is drenched in the amber glow of the sky and the clouds are jagged, licking the horizon with flamed tongues. The street is empty but somehow I can feel a panic—tremblings and emanations; not coming from my body, but that somehow rise out of the ground without tearing through the earth, and suffocate the air without sparking the world into a ball of fire. As I slip past the street corner, I am approached by a naked man, hunched over and walking with his knees wide apart like he's some sort of crab; his asscheeks are red and his face is completely white. I try to avoid eye contact, but he invades my personal space before I can make an escape. He says to me:

"If a being comes down from the sky and tells you 'Be not afraid! Be not afraid!' then be very afraid!!!"

Then I ask him:

"Why are you naked?"

And he replies:

"Because I have nothing to fear anymore!"

As he says this, a woman who is also naked passes by in a delirium; he rapidly approaches her, waving his arms and shouting "Look at me, look at me!!", and suddenly his ribs burst out of his chest like bloody pincers; he attempts to seize her, but as he lunges forward, she falls out of his direction, and he trips into the road. A speeding truck tries to veer out of the way, but it's too late; the truck eats his silhouette, and the screeching tires reverberate into the alleys, careening off onto the sidewalk before slamming into the side of an apartment building. Black hole, white wall.

As I stand silently before the wreckage, the street becomes overwhelmed by hordes of people, who wander out onto the asphalt and crowd the roundabout; drivers stop their cars, exit their seats and join them, leaving their doors open. Everyone gazes up at the sky. Something is about to happen. As my eyes flicker up, I become mesmerized by the sight of the evening redness, and suddenly the clouds bleed into the scattering light like soft brush strokes. A black spot pierces through the horizon like a gunshot wound, the sun is here, and it has become a sky-void. It's sucks all of the fire out of the atmosphere. Black hole, white wall.

Hours become minutes. The sky-void sweeps across the horizon towards the night. As the corona is about to plunge into the abyss beyond the mountains, I notice that there is a man next to me, wearing a black robe and silver crown. His hands clutch his head in a fit. His eyes begin to bulge as he bares his teeth. When the eclipse vanishes, his pupils roll to the back of his head and he begins foaming at the mouth. His hands gravitate towards his face, and before I can turn away, his long nails dive into his eye sockets like harpoons. His tear ducts bleed as he begins to weep; suddenly his nose, mouth and ears are absorbed into his face. He grows old within minutes and he withers away. Black hole, white wall.

Years become seconds. As the white figures remain still over the course of the last days, the utter silence begins to drown me. I try to scream but I have no mouth. When I reach for my nose, there's nothing there. I can see, but I don't have any eyes. My face is a white wall. As the nights and the days become indistinguishable from each other with the revolutions of the heavenly bodies, my senses fail and I become numb to everything, and finally, after a thousand years, something wells up in me, and my mouth begins to tear open with mad laughter. I pull at my hair and my mouth becomes a black hole. My eyes have opened. My eye is a black hole and my face is a white wall. Black hole, white wall.

One day comes a blood moon; the moon is no longer a white hole, and the night is no longer a black wall; the world quakes with such a force that it causes the stars to fall from the sky like Watchers being cast down from heaven, and the whole earth is thrown out of orbit, straying into the infinite nothing, plunging continually, away from the morning. There is no longer a white-wall sky and a void-sun, but a crimson eye shrouding the remaining starlight and radiating onto the concrete sepulchers. In the sky, an angel appears; his face is a white hole, and his robe is black. Sword in hand, he descends upon his onlookers, and I hear a voice telling me to duck. When I lift my head, I'm drenched in blood; I am surrounded by a sea of shadowy bodies, and the roundabout is covered in white lilies. One-hundred and eighty-five thousand people were killed in the blink of an eye. White hole, black wall.

The last day is here. Beside me there is a man on his knees, praying.

"Do you think your God is going to come and save you?" I turn to scoff at him, but he remains still.

"I do, but you cannot be saved." he replies after a moment, and within an instant he is rent asunder.

I gaze up once more, and now there are ten archangels in the sky; In the midst of them are three, and the other seven are encircling them. A voice comes down from heaven and whispers to me their names, and their names are Michael, Rafael, Gabriel, Uriel, Zaphkiel, Chamael, Haniel, Raziel, Sandalphon and Metatron. They are all separate, but together they form a whole, and the whole is called the Ohr Ein Sof, and the form of both of these things, immanent and eminent, is called God. All of the people who are remaining leave the area and return to their homes, but in the distance I see someone speeding down the boulevard in a car with blinding headlights; I force myself to get up, and I can feel the thousand-eyed angels watching me as I approach. As I face the boulevard, I see a speck in the distance, followed by waves of judgement; there is a river of blood flowing through the labyrinth of the city and someone is desperately trying to escape. White hole, black wall.

I stand out in the direction of the speeding car and the driver is helpless to go anywhere. His only choice is to run me over or be swept by the flood. Just as he is about to hit me, the car seemingly vanishes, and when the flood is about to wash me away, I am protected by a wall of fire. In the center of the black sky above me there is a white dot. I place my arm up to the wall and my sleeve catches fire, and I wait patiently for annihilation, but the wall of fire dissipates and the river circles around me. When I look up, the angel descends upon me and lifts me up by my chin as my knees are on the ground. His body is a black wall and his face is a white hole. The angel tries to embrace me and I push him away; the river of blood collapses on the both of us, but as I am suffocating beneath the titanic pressure of the world's arteries, I look up and witness a white light above me.

The angel says "Be not afraid."