#wewokeupforareason

[wewokeupforareason]

gods and relics from the future 

wax rubbings from an apocalypse simulation. full journal entry from chris & rebecca TBC. 

[wewokeupforareason]

Edgar Allen Poe. Conversations from beyond worlds end.

EIROS. Oh, God!—pity me, Charmion!—I am overburthened with the majesty of all things—of the unknown now known—of the speculative Future merged in the august and certain Present. 

CHARMION. Grapple not now with such thoughts. Tomorrow we will speak of this. Your mind wavers, and its agitation will find relief in the exercise of simple memories. Look not around, nor forward—but back. I am burning with anxiety to hear the details of that stupendous event which threw you among us. Tell me of it. Let us converse of familiar things, in the old familiar language of the world which has so fearfully perished. 

EIROS. Most fearfully, fearfully!—this is indeed no dream. 

CHARMION. Dreams are no more. Was I much mourned, my Eiros? 

EIROS. (Here we have cut a huge amount of text describing the approach of a meteor bound for earth) 

..... Thus ended all.