Skimble and I travelled all night across the desert, and then a day. Slowly, the terrain became increasingly rugged as we got closer to the edge. Civilisation was far behind us, and I couldn't help but notice the peaceful silence in the air - not the silence of a dead place, but one brimming with quiet anticipation and possibilities. One starts to notice the feelling of hot breeze against the skin, see in detail the water-colour streaks in the winkled rocks and intricate lines on the bone-dry gnarled trees. Was the sun ever this bright, and sky ever this brilliant blue?
The edge of the world may seem desolated, but there were so much details to be observed if you would only stop to look.
"Look at this harsh but beautiful land, Skimble! This is the edge of the world as we know it! I guess we are lucky that we live in a time when the Gods are still trying to build more of this world. There's so much to look forward to."
Skimble: *Soft purr*
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