Reporting being what it isn’t. No one seemed to notice at first. The sky at night was taken for granted in a manner that was less interesting than its daytime equivalent. An amorphous blanket upon the cage arcing overhead. An occasional backdrop for the play of lighting when a storm went booming passed. The bulk of local humanity were slumbering in the early hours before the totems their own self-inspired form of electronic of deity. Too distracted if by chance or overactive bladder to find themselves awakened to notice much more than the pin prick of a luminescence brightly punching through. A chance turn of the head allowing for a new moon. The anomaly wasn’t spotted. If one considers the image of an old Conestoga wagon canvas wrapped bouncing behind a team of oxen in the midst of strange unfamiliar wilderness then the analogy of helplessness might have hit home. Say after seven months of eight miles a day that canvas covering was more than likely to have become threadbare and weatherbeaten. No one it seemed considered that the celestial conveyance known as the ark of the earth might suffer the same slow gradual degeneration. Most of the population of civilized bipeds lived congealed in organized densities. The residual orange glow leaching up from the horizon dissipating into the lower layers of dark haze was presupposed as the normal. Yet if one swiveled their chairs away from the flickering blue of their LCD altars it might have become apparent that there were patches of sky that were subtlety losing their depth of color and going dead black.
Merely collections of water vapor also termed clouds the designated meteorological experts would confidently blurt each morning and less occasionally in the evening. The usual cycle of viewer contributions pouring in to be displayed as a form of spectacularly normal. The bulk of the viewing audience self-obsessed with the rhythm of their usual existence in or out the door according to some internal circadian timing setting. The hole or series of same was first positioned somewhat higher in the sky just out of window viewing range for some. But then during daylight hours if the sky was clear it might appear if studiously studied by eye as a dark wispy non-moving prominence. Just water vapor! The affable heavyset balding news man on the local news station reminded everyone. A few noes services picked up on the story after a short time and an allied investigative series was rerun on the problem of hydrocarbons and its link to Global warming. The trouble was that this phenomena was not gaseous or even gravitationally magnetic. The physics of these now daily ever darkening regions was that they were rents in the fabric of the boundaries of time and space that separated the same. Whatever lay out their beyond the protective earthly covering was beginning to burst through.
To the amazement of scientists worldwide by the onset of the equinox, the rotation of the earth was beginning to subside slightly. People called in and noticed that they were feeling more light-headed and energized. There was an unaccountable spring in ones step for those that were found to inhabit the general region in closer proximity to the celestial patchwork. What appeared to be stars and strange intermittent glows now formed at odd time o the day in these shiny patches. Flocks of birds were sense to be drawn up higher into the atmosphere when they approached areas nearer that approximate regions. The international allied research agencies began emergency studies the results and theories developed from same was kept secret from the public. By the time that this area had began to wrest attention from the daily spectacle of the Sun competing in the surrounding light blue of afternoon most normal daily activity had come to a crashing halt. Spontaneous groups of apocalyptic penitents had abandoned their day jobs and spent their time on their knees chanting and invoking divine forgiveness. All major installations involved in hyper physics and particle research were terminated worldwide to no discernible effect. The cancerous pock marks were now uncharacteristically purplish like cankers smiler in appearance to the human equivalent of plague incited bulbous. The false impression of its sections pushing in as if slightly inflated by the pressure of some strange entity beyond. Small items that once littered the grounds were now floating mere centimeters above it as the effect of gravity in a most unequal sense of same began to sweep the density of these bits and pieces chaotically upwards.
There were now more nocturnal melodies of birds to accompany the empty hours of night. Traffic had ceased and the sporadic activity that once defined the nighttime had fallen to absolute stillness. The toll of the shock of this event had not occasioned the expected riots as all creatures two-legged and otherwise seemed to fall equally into a stupor from some primordial sense of shock at the immense disruption discernible and otherwise this event was having on their existences. The few that had enough presence of conscious thought remaining could temporarily recall a strange sort of whirlpool forming. Its shape an immense inverted tornado that increasingly pulled everything up to the scale of the largest of rock formations vertical in a spiral towards the rent. The spectacle at its height no longer witnessed by anything still functionally living. The need for reasonable explanation no longer at issue. The old broken inner tube of Terra became a thing of the past.