Behind him the singularity cracks and buzzes and flashes, blue-white light throwing their features into sharp contrast even with the early morning light above them. Shadows twitch and jump around them and occasionally tendrils of this light would snap outward at them, instantly turning to dust any object they hit.
Walking past the raindrops stopped in midair, one could smell the bizarre ozone scent of concentrated anti-time even before stepping into the singularity itself.
The sheer force of the antitime itself pulls at every atom, tugs at one’s very being, and grabs one’s mind. It twists the senses, and one can see sounds—a terrible flashing cacophony; hear smells—a dreadful acrid tone; feel light—a loathesome grating brightness…
Then it resolves. Antilight is rhodopsin-bruise sky, black buildings edged round with painful coronas of octarine and ultraviolet, and before them spins the nucleus of the anomaly—acetyline-hot, whirling too fast to see, snapping and writhing.
ENTERING THE SINGULARITY
Walking past the raindrops stopped in midair, one could smell the bizarre ozone scent of concentrated anti-time even before stepping into the singularity itself.
The sheer force of the antitime itself pulls at every atom, tugs at one’s very being, and grabs one’s mind. It twists the senses, and one can see sounds—a terrible flashing cacophony; hear smells—a dreadful acrid tone; feel light—a loathesome grating brightness…
Then it resolves. Antilight is rhodopsin-bruise sky, black buildings edged round with painful coronas of octarine and ultraviolet, and before them spins the nucleus of the anomaly—acetyline-hot, whirling too fast to see, snapping and writhing.