The last few days of the journey were the hardest.
It had started with the towers Jorg had known through his life, day after day of walking amongst those giants sprouting from the tarmac.
But they had shrunk. Space was seen, as was that terrible grey turmoil called the sky.
Eventually the buildings ceased to exist at all.
Asphalt stretched forever, an occasional concrete pillar breaking the monotony.
Then he reached the fabled edge of the world.
The pavement came to an end, and with only a cable blocking his way, green and blue stretched to the horizon.
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