THE END OF NORMAL
A thousand eyes turned skyward when the phenomenon began. Liquid crimson poured across the horizon like burning oil rolling over the surface of turbulent waters. A nightmare once reserved for the strange and paranoid – for hermits and babbling lunatics – the otherworldly drama finally played itself out for all humans to see. For one fleeting moment, every witness shared a single thought: /It's all over/.
For the vast majority of humans, the end came with no warning. Normal life had progressed for all of memory with no indication of the ugliness lurking behind every mirror, of the dark beings given life by by lies and secrets. Yet, as they stared up at the changing sky, it came as little surprise that the world they'd come to know was about to go away for ever.
Fate had granted glimpses of the future to a select few. They stumbled onward, confused and tormented by their changing bodies and twisting senses. Some thought themselves saviors and shepherds, but others gleefully accepted their true role: to be heralds of the awakening darkness and the end of the mundane world.