Recently I walked toward the glare of a particularly intense noonday sun. Upon my having trespassed sufficiently over its borderline I saw some awfully amazing things.
Wherever I was, it was bordered on the left by death, and on its right by a false and deceptive god. The surrounding landscape was all barren and parched, and beauty and freedom were terrified of each other.
Its capital city, from what I could understand of things, was upon quite an oversized, intimidating pedestal, which, I could swear , was made, somehow, of water. None of the townsfolk, nor any visitor, was allowed access to this distant environment.
I got the oddest feeling because even the very sky and sun bespoke a most ominously deranged pseudo reality. Was it Hell? Was it a mere, ultimately harmless nightmare, or perchance some necessary vision attempting to tell me something?
Knowing that mankind has always been quite an exceptionally curious character by very nature, I really have to watch my step from now on. Certain things are very much better left to the world of the completely unknown.