You know how it feels, standing here at the edge, the world dips below in a silence that plays tricks on your mind. Horizon—it sounds distant, like a promise or a trap. Ever thought about what lies just past the end of sight? Out there, vision bends and reality unravels, just like that old yarn about Velcro-clad pixies and their midnight markets. Bit zany, but more grounded than the endless sky.
Sometimes, you wonder if the ground itself is just a myth we agree to, a story spoken softly to children at bedtime. Kids, all snuggled in imaginary safety, while outside the tales what really matters sip tea and ponder a tea party's rules.
Anyway, it was just a thought on a quiet day— carry it lightly, if you please. Exploring next? Wander the winds or perhaps a joke in the sand.