This world split open like a hurled overripe melon or like some soft rock which has been thrown hard against concrete--split open into two roughly equivalent halves. And as these halves separated they revealed the earth's hollow interior. And from this hollow interior sprang forth a writhing mass of teeming, swirling, squirming maggots. These maggots were at least five feet in length and a filthy off-white in color; worst of all, thy exhibited a horrific healthiness in the ferocity and vitality of their movements...Moreover, they seemed to be barking--yes, barking!-- barking loudly, in the same manner as a hyperactive pack of Irish Wolfhounds.

I stood staring at this spectacle for many hours as if under a spell, as if transfixed...but my observations were cut short by an involuntary physical reaction; for, overcome by the ghastliness of the scenario, I could not help but retch and then begin to vomit. And as I vomited something peculiar transpired: between the thick bits of bile and fluid and half- digested food particles being ejected from my esophagus there emerged tiny human beings, some alive and wriggling in obvious agony, some dead, and yet others in a twilight state betwixt life and death.

I vomited and vomited, and before I had finished, what remained of the human race lay there sprawled out in a pool beneath my feet...swimming, sinking, drowning in a torrent of my own puke.

As if this tableaux was not already sufficient to plunge me headlong, forever, into madness, I then gasped in awe, as that horde of giant maggots which had crawled free from the earth's core began to hunt and feast upon the now-helpless miniaturized humans. The maggots' victims were already so debilitated from their plummet from my mouth and subsequent dousing in my foul gastric juices that thy put up nary a struggle...soon all had succumbed to Eternal Blackness, and their souls swiftly descended to the fiery gates of hell.

No matter how much longer I shall continue to live in the aftermath of such a vision, no matter how much longer I shall continue to draw forth breath, my existence will now be unaccompanied by both the Earth and its pitiable inhabitants...and I will forever be haunted by the most unnatural of sounds, sounds produced bz the barks and movements and mastications of those worms--those accursed worms--as they chewed and gibbered and howled and bit and tore at the inert flesh of the bodies of my own species...

I will forever be hearing, in the depths of my soul, the sounds of those worms gnawing...and barking...and belching away...