The gods' throne topples in a frenzy, while the chains of law shatter inch by inch beneath the uncanny.
When the stars devour their own light, rivers flow backward into the clouds, and all things grow by tearing themselves apart, this is no apocalypse. It is the opening movement of the end of the gods' world.
Chaotic time intermingles with frenzied life. The last salvation has long since vanished into infinite space, leaving people able only to grasp that final fragment of a song of salvation and pray, again and again, toward the stairway to godhood.
Until the End of Annihilation
As a new book it's pretty good.