Expanse

At the edge lies certainty. Nothing about everything is as it appears. Near upon the law, the rule, the creation is something beyond. For the box is bounded by the box, the universe by time and space.

Shades of light and shapes of dark run about, calling, beckoning, entreating your will. Onto a ground of certainty, of sanity, of stability. To a place where love is love and hate is hate, right is right, night is night, and sight is sight.

Inside, the expanse this awaits. Collecting, herding and inn keeping. Yes, you know.

Outside, the expanse just unrolls.