there is an infinite ocean beyond this shore. it has no horizon, no beginning, no end.
the waves wash up gently upon the sand - miniscule variations of their more violent cousins. they appear to be distant though they are very near. sometimes they fail to return, leaving behind little patches of gray nothingness. soon enough the nothingness will eat up everything, but it is moving very slowly - creeping along so that nobody will notice its malicious proceedings.
I feel nothing beneath my feet and nothing around me. the sand has fallen away; off of this swiftly tilting plane.