Slowly, tho somehow all at once like nausea, Agonie began to fall from the sphere of Athena's stars. The awful sensation filled her that it was no comforting gravity pulling her down but a thick hand from above which pushed her away. Utter rejection, as though it were a mistake that Agonie was permitted into the Zodiacal shere in the first place. Having been found out from her floating hiding place the massive hand pushed her down hatefully, spitefully. So she fell backwards, cursed to look at a receding heaven which she could no longer remember. Now the hand closed about her, crushing and twisting skin, Agonie recognized it as the very same force which pulled her from that crusty orange chair. She was now moving at speeds beyond the human capacity to comprehend. The vibration were viscious, Agonie's insides convulsing in protest to the shattering of every atom about her. The veil of the heavens gone, forever. 
 

When the hand finally released her Agonie felt the pain of every broken bone and every laceration of the flesh suddenly able to expand freely, as when one holds tightly to rough rope the skin is numb and painless but when the grip is released and blood rushes into the hand the pain suddenly flashes hot white. Agonie, my child, how like a classical image of defeat you looked as you fell through empty space, balled like a fetus and sobbing into your bloody hands. I pray to the blood of christ, i pray to the cup of salvation for you when you hit that brutally hard floor, the basement of hell, the lowest low a soul may know, that you do not shatter like porcelain. I pray you be strong enough not to die when you hit the bottom floor but are knocked unconscious and granted the longest, deepest and most empty sleep you've ever known.