A single sheet of glass creates the threshold between a seemingly
inertiatic force and infatuation between the two ears. A stroke of
dust creates an cataclysmic implosion. The once inertiatic force
becomes an omnipotent being with an adamant grasp. Unsuitable for
living, this isnt the place for him. The head pulses unpleasantly, in
perfect rhythm. Earth, visually beautiful from the view point of the
crushed suit. When and where, undetermined, unknown, in this collosal
dot of nothing. Baphomet appears. He follows unwillingly.