The church is empty when the vision comes. It surges through her as she passes a hand over the altar and the crucifix of rusted brass. She sees a great parasite, ancient and hungry, hunched in the deepest reaches of darkest space. A glimmer of light draws its eyes, a thousand oceans to fill their pupils, and the light is refracted like that of a nocturnal predator. Then she sees that the small blue glimmer is her world. And that the parasite is not unknown to her. That dread creature is God, and we are it's food.
Paddy Dobson
4th November 2021