Leonel stood in silence, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared up into the skies of the Segmented Cube.
He had always found these skies more beautiful than any other, but much more grim at the same time.
On the one hand, they were a truly gorgeous sight to behold. But on the other, he was more keenly aware here that there was nothing beyond it than he was anywhere else.
This Segmented Cube was a world artificially put into a box. Although it felt just as large, if not larger than any other, the idea that there was nothing beyond it was enough to make any man wonder if any of it was worth it.
Then Leonel remembered that Existence was just a slightly larger box and the Northern Star formed its barriers.
Did life have to be infinite for it to have meaning? Probably not. But the idea that the world wasn't infinite left an odd, sour taste in his mouth.
