Tophat Syndrome

Your perception of reality dims to a faint glow. The beam is upon you now. You know that it is too late to repent, that the blackness is ever encroaching upon the corners of your vision. You have made your choice, and you must not go back. As your soul descends into its possession, you feel the serpents grasp upon your ankles. It is too late. The blood, black as tar, pools upon the surface of time itself. It adheres to all, total and all-consuming. There is no stopping its ascention. The blackness is now complete and the faint glow has become a blinding pulsation. The beam is upon you now. It is too late to repent.