he point was still there. It was smaller than the head of a pin, and it was still pulling, and the world was coming apart at the edges of it.
Everything around me was gone. The strata, the doors, my pyramid… all of it, and it was still hungry.
I sighed and lay on my back at the edge of the crater and watched the sky bend. The air was drawn down out of it in a column so wide that the clouds for a hundred miles were taking the shape of a funnel.
Then beyond that shape there was a fold, as if the sky were folding into itself, and then even the stars were folding with it, and the black between the stars was flowing across the edges of them.
"Yes… Yes… Let us ininininin…. Let us in!!!!"
