Matters Of The Heart

Standing near the edge, the sight of the emerald void was something else, bright and inviting during the day, sombre and tranquil during the night, Toby enjoyed staring into that seemingly endless horizon, unknowing of whether a limit existed or not, staring at the minuscule floating bits of earth drifting about in this expanse of green.

Glasses perched atop his nose, he would often be spending time with sun worshippers as they sometimes showed up here for sun rise, not always since their beloved sun would show up from anywhere it wanted, still, they seemed to know how to predict the seemingly random decisions their deity made.

Truthfully, Toby had been a bit doubtful about the sun having its own character and personality, although he had acclimated to life in a world of fantasy that seemed to very much enjoy breaking all rules of logic, physics, mathematics and more on every occasion, a sun being sentient had still tickled him the wrong way.