Depths

Then, silence. For hundreds of miles out in the open, not a quivering soul. I faced the eye and moved my legs one step at a time, each one carrying me out to the infinite. The sword fell from my hand, and the trees bowed in the wake of my procession. In the clearing outside the woods, a single floating white block appeared. I stepped up, and stepped again on the next one that came to be in the moment after.