Tremble. THE TIME IS NOW. τὰ ὅλα.

Tremble. THE TIME IS NOW. τὰ ὅλα.

Wait, wait -- when did this countdown begin?

Monday morning. The moment you arrived in this reality. You are the first crack in the sheer face of god. From you it will spread.

Yeah... I don't think the time is now. Later maybe. [Leave.]

No. You cannot leave. The countdown has not yet reached XERO.

τὰ ὅλα? What's that?

οῦ λόγου δ' ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοὶ ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν.

What time?

Time for THE SHOW. For τὰ ὅλα. The hallowed time of fear and disintegration. A countdown has begun. All will collapse on itself. The world will disappear into a single grain of blackness. All sound will be muted. All life will scream.

This is because of the insane world-ending I've been saying isn't it? (Proceed.)

Yes. You spoke the words of the παλίντροπος, and the houses of Perikarnassis. Items, people, even WORDS will tumble, all will lose its meaning in the coming years. That is why you marked yourself.

I'm... a little afraid.

So you should be. The world island crumbles at your feet and in the far plain -- παλίντροπος.

Perhaps -- just a thought -- this has something to do with the hangover?

Uhm... yeah, I'm going to opt out of the 'παλίντροπος' whatever it is. This was a mistake. (Opt out.)

Okay, yes. Maybe it is just the hangover talking. Or some kind of joke you're playing on yourself instead of working on the case...

I do think the world might end soon. (Opt in.)

The face of the woman fractures. There will be herd killing. We all become vapour.

Am I sure it's not just a joke, or some kind of coping mechanism?

It's totally also a coping mechanism.