A vision of a star hanging like fruit from a branch of the tree of life. It was the end of time, and I was seeing the tree in a circular ashen plane or vast volcanic cauldron. Around the tree were two rivers of blood, one coming from the right, one from the left, intertwining about each other three and a half times each, clockwise, merging, and flowing up the tree to feed the star. A silent voice of a god referred to the two rivers as (combined) "the blood of the suffering of all men and all women," which fed the light of the star and made it brighter.
Acrylic on press board.