10/260 Finding joy in the process

Somewhere on the edge of the world, everything that you perceive fades into an interdeterminate, soft, deckled edge. As you trip towards the edge of the known space, flakes of the solid world crack and fall away, floating into the space, layered pieces of paper torn from a greater whole. You come upon it all of a sudden, find yourself leaning forward with momentum while frantically stopping yourself at the edge and windmilling your arms backwards to prevent yourself from falling.

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