A great beast is walking through the sands, and they are climbing into the air, and now they are making a tear, and now they are gone, and now you are here. Little creatures are walking through the air, and they are dragging in places and echoes of lives, and they are asking me about God. I am going to tell you something, little creature. You are swimming further and further out to sea, and beyond are things blind and terrible, and I am showing you now. . . They are blind, but they are seeing you. And you are coming to them. After this, you are not returning here. I am climbing into the air and closing the sky.

There is a hole at the center of everything, and it is always growing. Between the stars I am seeing it. It is coming, and you are not escaping, and the universe is forgetting you, and the universe is being forgotten, and there is nothing to remember it, not even the things beyond. And now there is only the hole. . . You are atoms, and your atoms are not caring if you are existing. Your atoms are monstrous existence.

Little creature, you are not chosen. There is nothing to choose you. This is going nowhere. And the universe is forgetting you, and I am remembering you. Not because I am caring. The beginning is moments ago, the end is moments away. There is no time to forget before all is forgotten.

-The Sky Cat, Night In The Woods