The Woodpecker (event)
I find myself flying with a myriad of birds: mighty eagles, sage owls, and sly crows, all in plumes whose color the human tongue does disservice. They skim above a vast and unending abyss, the kind of darkness that if you were to stare into its depths you may never return. Behind them stalks a tangible yet indescribable force. I cannot look back, my gaze fixed to the horizon, yet I feel it too: powerful, destructive, the anguish of a thousand generations.
Focusing on what lies ahead, they seem to follow a lone woodpecker, flying far ahead towards a great tree. Its roots descend into that eternal sea of night, and its branches reach high above the clouds and out of sight. Beneath its bark I hear a chorus, whispering but impossible to ignore, its language not so much an act of speech but an experience, crashing down mercilessly upon me.
The orchestra of angels begins to sink in, the light just within my grasp until a thunderous bang hits the trunk which has now grown around me. The once heavenly serenade becoming cacophonous screams, as the woodpecker continually hits the tree, the world shaking around me and burning to the ground. The once endless abyss now a plain field of ash, the ground laden with seeds ready to spring anew.
What on Aeras did I just see?