There's a story about a person that found themself at the edge of the world. They knew it was the edge of the world because nothing else felt this close to the end. They spent years walking to this point. Their whole life, in fact.
The goal wasn't to find the edge of anything but to just keep going. And when faced with the realisation that they had got to the end, what did they do?
Some people think they continued, they braved the nothingness ahead. Others believe they turned around, went back at a slower pace, and took note of all that they saw.
What would you do?














