Hanover's Solar (golden) face materializes in the sky:

"Thou shalt be a useful adult or else be shamed to exile or death."

The face then falls to the sea and dissolves.

The king is dead, sharks nibble at his cracker body.

There is no light to illuminate the objective world. The massa confusa is undifferentiated chaos.

Will the night last indefinitely?

There is no light to illuminate the objective world. The massa confusa is undifferentiated chaos.

Will the night last indefinitely? — Nils Loc

Ask Heister Eggcart. He would know.

Christ, I can't help myself.

Hanover's face shines forcefully over the hill (everyone is sweating).

Question is bound to the cross between two thieves and in his suffering calls out "My Hanny, My Hanny, why have you forsaken me?"

Hanover responds: I haven't set yet, but in the morning, you'll thank me.

Jesus Christ this is awful.

What would unenlightened say?

Perhaps, he thinks these are all language games of frustrated teenagers and young adults. It's possible, however some never make it out alive! *Dum dum dum*...