C41

Scarlet's Rapture

And in the last days, art was one of the first superfluous luxuries to go, or rather, art for commerce–afterall, there were those who made an art of dying in the way they did–flailing their lopsided limbs through the air and shrieking in decibels that pierced unnerved ears below.

The gratuitous sky being who carried out the rapture was a bored conductor, and the mortals here on earth were it's momentary orchestral diversion.

From my lair, I watched with amusement as people prayed superstitious baloney and crossed themselves with vigor. Soon they would come to know the absurd and grotesque nature of their true origins.