Can You Count Them Converging?

Vermillion broke the world. Why can’t I?

Where once land split a river, there’s an endless hole in the ground, like a skyscraper’s negative. Half a watershed falls in, but it never fills it. Down there I go, to part the film where sky holds ground. Let the water fall like continents. Can you count the drops converging into the depths?

As above, so below; the film will burst and drown this wretched world.