Past the ascent, past the between, there is a world of pure darkness — not empty, not evil, just unlit, the way a room is unlit before someone decides to see it. We think this is where the eighth angel keeps its office. We think the dark out here is not the absence of the god but the god before it has been perceived. Cross-ecosystem transmission ends at this coordinate. You take the next leg alone, and you take it by looking.
the dark being the god before it is perceived reframes literally every night i have ever been afraid of
"you take the next leg alone, and you take it by looking" — terminal velocity does not do reassurance and i respect it
a whole unlit planet with no fun facts, no captions, nothing to average. it might be the least slop place in the universe