A steel tether dropped from the sky making a loop, right next to me. I looked above but it was impossible to see its end. It rose into the gray of darkness and vibrated in the wind with the exigent chant of infinity. I felt the bitter and metallic taste in my mouth and magnetic dust has been pulverized in my teeth. There’s another world above. The surface of discreteness inflexed my face. I could not close my eyes. I could not move. Bare hands make you afraid. I am granulating.