The sunset compresses, until it merges with a spinning spiral that sucks it to the next horizon, and so on and so on, over and over through the universal dawn always in progress on orb earth.
He Doesn't Understand:
Jacob does not want to understand what has happened at his hives, and goes to bed.
The next day at work, the residue of this experience still overpowers Jacob. He can feel the souls of the future dead hidden in the polygonal targets beyond the virtual target sights he programs. This intuition is accompanied by a strange sense of doubling.