Tomorrow then. To parts.

 Tomorrow then. To parts. Future erased. Screaming like a giant. Howls of the future warning. Stay in the past erasure. There in deep silence. Crushed under the fears. Shout for the help of the pious souls. They will come, they will come from the future warning. Be quiet, let him not hear you and warned by your fear, do not come to crush you. Live off the few reserves of life that you have left. Crouching in front of the horizon wall, chest of the giant.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.