I was lost on the shore of the end world,
the featureless sea on one side,
blue and callous,
in its wash.
To the other side,
The featureless onyx wall,
fifty feet high if a foot,
cold to touch.
The sky above was a clear blue,
empty of cloud,
sun hanging just off of noon.
Where was I,
where was I?
Was I just born here now?
Where were my memories?
The sand between,
wall
and sea
and just me,
it stretched
endless in either direction.
I started walking.
