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.