He stood motionless.

Sublime honesty had befallen his eyes.

Staring in the black void that seemed to convey everything from nothing.

Here is the end.

End of the world.

A long Arduous journey to reach the impossible.

To reach the end of the infinite loop.

And here it was.

The Pessimist said it could not be reached.

The Religious fanatics said it did not exist.

The Theorist said it was possible.

The Mystics said it would change him.

The Atrocious did all they could to deter him.

The Apathetic… well they just did not care.

And so he proved them all Wrong… yet all Right.

One cannot be somewhere that does not exist.

He knows this.

Yet here he is.

So he thinks to himself.

Where is he?

Is it a Fastidious Fake?

A Meticulous Mirage?

A Deliberate Dream?

Something Surreal?

Impossible.

Nothing, no power, no omniscient being, could recreate with such attention,

Something so Insanely Obscene, yet Painfully Pure.

This was definitely real.

Yet completely unreal.

That was the beauty of it.

He was here for himself.

He knows this because it is real.

But he need not tell another living soul about it.

Need not boast, jest, regale, at all for he was never really there.

So he sat Cross legged at the end of the world.

A few inches from the tips of his toes was a shear cliff.

Cliff that went on forever on either side of him.

For an eternity all he has seen while walking,

Was a dry earth and a dark overshadowed Sky.

The dirt was a grey-like brown and seemed not of this World,

Untraceable in nature and Origin.

And although it clung to his shoes and clothing.

It simply would not keep contact with his skin, nor could he pick it up.

When he realised that fact, was when he knew he was close to his destination.

That is the lingering memory of what was behind him. 

But it was something he had turned his back on,

Eager to replace it with what lay before him.

Beginning at the cliff’s edge and stretching on forever,

Is the void.

A deep pool of nothing.

It isn’t any colour.

But it isn’t White.

Nor black.

It isn’t anything.

It is nothing.

Where the world ended.

Where physics and logic cease to exist.

This was his destination.

So what then?

He pulled out a coin from his pocket.

An old coin.

One that had special meaning.

One taken from the world before.

But seeing as he’s been walking for so long.

Surely that world no longer exist.

Surely the people there had all perished.

Maybe new people had taken their place.

Maybe not.

He thought that it seemed a fitting end to the last piece of it.

He threw the coin into the void.

But it did not drop.

No gravity there.

It merely floated for a second.

Then began to just erode away.

It’s atoms and particles all coming off.

The coin disappeared from the outside in.

Now what he thought.

So he sat there.

Then,

Like a strong gust of wind.

It hit him.

Not a thing.

Not something he could hold in his hands.

But an Idea.

The void was emanating Ideas.

One after the other,

Each A brilliant Marvel.

Ideas that disproved Religion.

Ideas that showed the sciences and

Advanced Physics to completion.

Ideas he sat motionlessly and Thought about for ages.

So there he sat.

Days, Weeks, Year, Decades, Centuries, Millennia, Eons, Eternity,

Time.

He did not age.

He did not hunger.

He did not thirst.

He did not lust.

He did not want.

All he did was think.

All he did was Learn.

This place had given him the power to comprehend the impossible,

Understand the Fantastical.

After an infinite time.

He had learnt all there was to know.

Of our universe and the next,

And the next,

And the next,

And the next,

And the next,

And the next,

And the next,

And all thereafter.

But the only thing he could not learn about.

The only thing he was not able to understand.

Was the void.

He had no ideas.

Nothing came.

But it was not something to suffer over.

The void was not to be comprehended.

So after an eternity of thinking.

He stood up.

Reached into his pocket to fish out what was in there.

A coin.

But remembered what had become of it all that time ago.

A coin.

The last piece from a long forgotten time.

It had met a befitting end.

But then he realised it.

The thing he had been working toward realising all that time he sat there.

It was not the coin that was the last piece, but he himself.

And it all became clear.

At that moment He completely understood the void.

The infinite vastness became an idea small enough to fit into his mind.

And formed the last piece of what was missing.

And for the first time in forever,

He was content.

He turned around to try to remember the life he had left behind.

But could not.

So he shed a single tear.

And Slowly fell backwards.

Into the void.