At first there was just one long minute of nothing. God's head had fallen back and something inside of Devi had moved, something that wasn't really a part of herself. She felt a slight shock flow throughout her body, and then felt herself falling from God's chair, slowly drifting, drifting back, and… she might have closed her eyes, she thought it might have been an odd reflex, closing her eyes, but it might have been something else, perhaps it was the world that had actually gone black. Either way, there wasn't really a darkness, just… a lack of objects. Devi stopped falling and something tugged at her, a soft pull in a certain direction, a hint at an out-of-body experience, but it just as quickly gave up and she felt soft touch graze her fingers, and a sudden reminder of gravity, and then a harsh weight rapping her legs. Her eyelids fluttered, and she raised her head.

And she realized, the short long moment of absolutely nothing would have been quite devastating if she hadn't had herself to hide in.

And when she began to receive images into her eyes again, she was surrounded by great orange clouds and brown shrapnel raining down on her. As sensory-receiving cells slowly regained power in her body, she realized the pieces hitting her hurt… a lot. Dazed, she looking around, feeling, just FEELING the sharp objects pierce her skin, feel the blood rushing to escape her body, and then there was a small boy hiding underneath her arms.

Devi caught his eyes and tried to feel a part of the world again. Finally she stood and grabbed the child, running for shelter. The problem was, there wasn't much shelter around, for everything was crumbling and shredding down into the dust that swept up and rain back down on her in wet torrents. So she just ran, dodging pieces of brain and burned legs and other unidentifiable parts of the world, and something in the distance was trying to suck it all in, and Devi ran against the wind, clutching at the screaming boy, running and falling and the blood and sweat and screams soaking her skin, she found herself sobbing silently, unable to see.

Despite all this physical struggle, she found herself drifting away from concentrating on surviving. Just… give up. She stumbled over debris and fell, rolling down the dusty weeds, and Johnny leaned over her, and she froze, not knowing if he was going to kiss or stab her….

No she was laying in the weeds and she looked up at the sky with teary eyes, Johnny wasn't there and the sky was running away from her, leaving her with the world that was falling apart. And there nothing there for her anymore, there was nothing but…

And Sickness crawled up and leered at her, and she couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride, because this little monster was something she had created, something that she had the power over, even still…

But Sickness blew with the wind and all the mind demons of Devi's slowly drifted away, cleaned the slate of her past projects and she didn't even have that, left alone without even her own creations… they weren't strong enough to hold against that violent wind… and soon Devi would blow away into oblivion too….

Find something beautiful, find something that could make it last.

Devi

Devi

Devi

And everything in the world slowly faded away into monotone colors and their touch slowly lost power as reality pushed them out for their lack of worth. Only reality can exist now, so all the clubs, all the commercials, all the knives and people and houses that didn't mean shit, slowly, slowly, left her…

And when finally, nothing existed, reality only remained.

'Like the apocalypse… the chosen ones have left to escape to heaven - Nonexistance. And the ones left behind must deal with the world. Only really, that's not the bad choice.' Devi surmised with a smile, making fun of her own pretentious simile. And then she realized…. She was still thinking. She was still there.