Centuries of clouds billowing and imploding quickly elapse above a vaulted sky. From over and behind you, the landscape mumbles gibberish in hushed tones. While you fail to perceive what is shattering down upon you, dust and drops and ashes drift skyward in the swirling air, forever floating up. The ground resonates beneath your feet and rifts jut out while others fall away. The horizon is black and glowing red with annihilated realities.
How did you get here?
You have always been here.
What else have you not been told?
You're unaware of all the lies you've been telling yourself.
Many on the forum have asked me, so here's my answer: a spoonful of lighter fluid. And you'll need to wash it out really well when you're done.