[If this world were an endless plain, we would always reach a new east if we kept driving eastward.]
[— Herman Melville, "Moby Dick"]
...
A few nights before the execution of the World Master.
In the pitch-black room, a flicker of candlelight danced, and Vice World Leader Kelsa walked into the darkness, looking towards the end of the shadows.
He saw the World Master curled up in a broad chair, with a bitter aroma delicately winding through the air. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Him, the bustling city traffic flowed silently, and the night was like velvet wrapping around Him. His eyes were closed, seemingly pondering something.
