When the world came to an end, it was a grand, dramatic affair. The seas ran clear with ichor, smoke and flames filled cities ravaged by war, the screams of the masses were like the most beautiful singing, and ice coated the world.
People turned on each other, guided by invisible strings, cutting swathes through crowds in a macabre dance. People stepped through doors only to disappear off the face of the planet. A horde of shadow-men attempted to organize everything back to the way it was at the beginning of time, tearing down buildings so as to bring nature back into dominance.
A slender man stalked the land, impaling all he could find on his many tentacles. Every insect was a monster, every bird a storm.
When it was all over, all was silent for a while, almost as if a moment of silence upon the death of an entire species. Suddenly, from all around, came a grotesque applause. As if a host of abominations beyond understanding had just seen the greatest entertainment they'd ever known.
The world died on the silver screen.