The end of the world

The bird had come to the very end of its song and the tree was dissolving under its claws. And in the sky the clouds were twisting and darkness flowed through all the cracks into the sinking vessel of the landscape. Only in the telegraph wires a message still crackled: C-.-o---m--e. h...o---m--e. y-.--o---u..- h...a.-v...-e. a.-s...o---n-.