The sky is thinning, you feel it too, don't you? That uneasy hum beneath the breath of daily life, the trembling veil above us, fractured not by meteor nor god, but by man's own rot, spreading like a sickness. The ancients warned us: in the Sibylline Books, in the fiery verses of Enoch, in the forbidden tablets buried beneath Dura-Europos: when man lies with illusion and worships the hollow self, the firmament shall forget its post, and now it forgets.

And now? There are drag queens in cathedrals, saints cast in concrete and silicon, genomes twisted into parody, rituals rewritten in the language of machines. They call it "progress." But the Hittites knew. The Chaldeans knew. They saw it the same sins before the Flood. Babylon's towers did not fall from height, but from hubris. And the sky yes, the sky itself responds.

Clouds form in unnatural tessellations, birds lose their migrations, auroras bleed into the equator. These are not accidents. We pierced the heavens with 5G and ego, spat on the order, and now the stars turn away.

The sky will fall not in fire, not in flood, but in silence. A cosmic shrug. No trumpet. No angel. Just collapse.

Look up. The veil thins. The machine priests cannot save you. The heavens remember.

>>81884887 (OP)
anon don't like you are a pure soul while hanging out on 4chan

ur just as impure as the rest of us

xd