He was fast asleep. He saw before him at some point the old school from which he dropped out; the school garden visible below the window of the home-room, the plants reaching up to the second floor (he was on the third), and moving oddly animate. No doubt about it, they were alive. Then he stood next to the flowerbed, and saw the plants grind against each other like the tentacles of mating squid. Then, a hand was put on his shoulder from someone standing behind him. It was Hiiragi, or at least it vaguely looked like him. He did not speak, but spun Shino around, and then they hugged; it was warm, like a womb, a return to a primal stage, to bathe in the green ooze out of which life emerged, primitive aquatic crawfish-looking things crawling up on a first untouched beach, barren and sandy below an outcropping of red volcanic rock; warm like the time those deposits were laid, warm like the insides of the earth, the insides of the body—Shino found himself in a black room with nothing to look at, the end of the universe, or the time before it, all the same: then out of the void came tumbling blind and sinister the shape of something vast and beyond words. It was the universe personified. An agglomeration of parts that did not match; it had a trail of tentacles behind it, whose backs were flanged ridges of infection-red flesh; it’s eyes were red like dying stars or a modern Christian interpretation of hell; its many mouths were like gates to Hades, like maelstroms of intergalactic horror. It drew closer, without a sound, out of the abyss. It passed near him. It was impossibly huge, hundreds of kilometres across, a planet-sized abomination. There, on its underside as it swooped past above him, where he sat with his legs crossed on nothing at all, hung its enormous cock, veined and covered with skin-coloured blisters out of which protruded little dark hairs, but unmistakeable nonetheless. Shino stood up, stood up in the nothingness, and reached with his arms towards the gently swaying movements of that unfathomable prick – what for? But this was a dream, and he thought not. The monstrosity drifted silently until it crashed into an unseen wall, which tore up like black paper and revealed infinite whiteness that soon flooded the black void like a scream of millions of years of unchronicled agony.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 08:51:14 +0000
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