Upon them mighty spires of chaos, amidst the vortex of time, behold the blackest orb of uncreation, for the great harvest is acoming, none shall be able to endure !
Procreation of ages unborn, foreseen from times untold, scattered mortal incinerated remains, sand in the wheels of a precious lifecycle.
Last entry into the chronicles of chaos, scribbled with immense decay, followed by eternal, glorified peace ! Glorified unit of human life, light up in the fiery great void's shine !!!
...blazing red - spokes dissipate into oblivion !...