Confirmation
of ultimate ascendance?
Some said the "daregod poet" Armon imploded before piercing eternity. It happened in broadest daylight; an incremental dematerialization from which emanated a most pleasing hum. Other onlookers called it "The Immaculate Smear", but clearer minds reported some kind of movement from here to "otherwhere", and elaborated with testimonies of his eyes disintegrating last. A radiant glow followed the hum, leaving all with an inexplicable settling sigh, and assurance that here had been proven upliftable thanks to his transit.
Without question, the living were moved. Effervescent mothers dripped nectar into the mouths of babes, as smiling poets watched hordes of businessmen tear off their suits to spend hours playing Ring Around the Rosy. All fell down in unison, men, women, and children, only to have the earth spring them back to their feet (and higher) with playful subterranean tremors. Laughter erupted from even the most respected clergy, while secular individuals entertained thoughts of God despite tremendous agitation.
At the dawn of the next day, a red mist backed by golden sun read:
HARMONANX
Happily, infinite questions about Armon, HARMONANX, and all eternity remain.