root-book

Pandaemonium—the face of the earth is a wasteland of salt and sulfur, mercury and metastasized reality, called the Desolation; nothing grows and the sun is gluttonous. There is no night but instead meridian-noons and mourning-dusks; the former scours flesh from bone and turns bone to ash in the flash-vaporization of its apocalyptic zenith and the latter denatures the proteins of the skin until it is sloughs-off like the shed of a serpent and irradiates blood to its boiling point.