One of the Edges of the Earth

This story is my way of describing a dream I had about discovering one of the many ends of the Earth.

The willow darkens the space it surrounds.

The darkness is too much for some. It encompasses the words ‘they’ hear in their heads.

The sounds in the shaded murk, the space between time, the welcoming obsidian endlessness of it all, the edge of the earth.

A place that never existed for some, a nightmare for others, an odyssey, a question, a pondering of what science is, what ‘man’ is. 

There is a store with goods. There is a green room with real, miniature, toy robots that shoot, hot, smoky, laser beams.

There is a storage room that opens to this aforementioned darkness.

The floor is roller rink smooth, light golden tan, it flows to nowhere.

How can you describe the openness and endlessness of a space filled with pure immeasurable depth?

The question does not linger in my mind, for it cannot be answered.

The husk walks to this end of the earth, coming to a place where the polished ground beneath it’s feet seems to end, yet when looking down it sees that the floor plan below, actually, has a deep, round, curvature, like a classic ski jump, appearing to be only slightly longer than their body and finishing with a sharp abrupt edge, which someone could potentially slide down and stand upon.

An awkward fear fills the observer, as they realize that the floor appears to stop here, like an unsafe observation deck, where one would view space without light.

Suddenly, uncontrollably, the floor beneath them moves, sending them forward, slipping down the curve. They somehow find their footing before almost flying off into the outer-space before them.

Panic, fear, resolve. Trying to rest their back against the inward bow of the polished slope,their feet barely able to balance, the soles tipping away from, and towards, the void.

They rest, finally, on the edge, they grasp, they fear, they wonder at the empty, intangible, matter before them.

Then without question, an unexplainable freedom. They are walking, without remembering their first step, onto and into the darkness before them.

Walking through space that feels more like an unlit closet, then a powerful beyond. Walking to nowhere. In the viewers distance planets and stars, suspended by wires. Would they reach them? To awaken, before understanding, before finding, a reason.