An endless sea of nothing
No chaos, no order, no existence
It's strange, this far out beyond the edge even the concept of a thing should be impossible, no it is impossible.
This far out beyond existence only the promise of nothing more could be found.
If this is true then why am I here?
Is this the natural path one traverses beyond death?
Am I?
Are I?
Is I?
I?
What is this?
One would usually ponder in such a situation but I cannot. To ponder one must be, and I am not... No... I cannot
This far beyond the edge only I remain, everything else is gone. Thought itself is null here, it cannot exist here.
The veil that gave me the right and the ability is gone.
Only I remain.