The first thing I observed was the shadow man, Norman, waving in greeting. Behind his warmly ominous presence was nothing but endless plains of red glass, with the occasional basin and hill. Broken corpses of unknown species littered the landscape. The sky was a sullen shade of gray with the venomous beauty of unnaturally large thunderstorms dotting its expanse. The wind whipped through the harsh shapes in the glass, whistling like a banshee as it passed. Above, the gaping maw of the formless void was vivid and clear. The clouds opened above, beckoning me into the abyss. Yeah, it was NUTS man. So I stopped writing, went outside, and had a good wank in the front yard while the school bus drove by. I will do it again.