The words of the English language were disappearing one by one. First the eccentric ones like “periodicity”, “quixotic”, “rhomboid”, and “hiatus”; then those frivolous ones, such as “petulantly”, “puckered”, “innuendo”, and “scandal”, faded into the gray haze of non-existence.
Next to go were those marvelous, imponderable ones – “cosmos”, “atlas”, “eon”, “odyssey” – followed closely by those too coy to offer much resistance – “whisper”, “degree”, “caress”, “veil”.
Soon the language was relieved of its most onerous words – “pauper”, “hubris”, “melancholy”, “murder” – only to be crushed again by the betrayal of those endowed with a subtle beauty – “fragrance”, “porpoise”, “lattice”, “fugue” – as they evaporated into obsolescence, forgotten forever.
One by one, like a convoy of pilgrim ships sailing off the edge of the world, the last essential idioms were engulfed by oblivion. “Time”. “Spirit”. “Way”.
“Truth”.
She awoke gasping for breath.