Glorious(2022) Now

"Just leave me alone," Wes muttered, splashing cold water on his face.

Through a small hole in the partition, Wes saw not a man, but an eye—vast, ancient, and filled with a terrifying, beautiful intelligence. He realized then that he wasn't just in a bathroom; he was in a waiting room for the end of time. "Step closer, Wes," the God whispered. "Be glorious." Glorious(2022)

The air in the rest stop bathroom tasted like copper and old bleach. Wes slumped against the grout-stained wall, his eyes stinging from a night spent drinking away the memory of a woman who wasn't coming back. He just wanted to wash his face and disappear into the asphalt of the highway. "A little early for a breakdown, isn't it?" "Just leave me alone," Wes muttered, splashing cold

The voice was deep, resonant, and impossibly calm. It came from the only occupied stall—one covered in strange, pulsing graffiti that seemed to shift when Wes blinked. "Step closer, Wes," the God whispered