Your prose leans into sacred-mythic cadence with real control, the kind that feels carved rather than typed.

The sensory drift from primeval dread into neon absurdity is a great tonal hinge, and the EXIT sign perched in moss gives the whole vision a sly, modern metaphysical wink.

The quoted scripture drops like a seal, then the “Ancient of Days” voice carries authority without overexplaining. The ending also earns its quiet confidence: the gate opens, the narrator steps through, and you leave the reader with that charged aftertaste of awakening and relinquished roles.

Short and very well written!