The vast expanse had a color. It was gray that was nearly white, but perhaps that description was not too appropriate as well, because when others looked at it, they would feel as if something was pressing heavily against their hearts, and it was a feeling that was near desolation.
It was a color, but also desolation.
And boundlessness meant that something was indistinct and could not be seen clearly. It meant a size that was endlessly big… Once this word was combined with space, it would turn into… a vast expanse that had no end.
In the vast expanse, just how many worlds existed? How many planets were there? And how many people parted in grief or met in happiness? How many of those meetings and partings flowed in the river of time that had so many years contained in it that no one would know whether they could be counted?
No one knew the answer.
