The Walkers On The Edge Of The World
Selected from Annex D-9239L.
The following is the account of Tora'Kleetch, avid walker of the edge. Selected from Annex V-3024A.
It is such a pleasure to walk along the edge.
Some fear it. They say to walk the wayward path is tantamount to youthful folly, that it is a temptation of the fateweaver to place one’s body so close to the line upon which our world ends and another begins. Those who believe this all have one thing in common – they have never beheld the beauty of the borderline; never seen the way it twists and turns upon itself in the most stunning of fashions. They have never felt the winds of another world blow upon their faces, bringing with it scents and sounds unlike anything they have ever known. For once one conquers their anxieties around this place and joins those of us who so faithfully plod along the path, they know their fear to be false and are taken away by the grandeur of it all.
Not all can do it. Not all care to. For to walk the edge is to practice the most fundamental and difficult of things – the act of letting go, giving up control, and trusting that that which has no name will bring you home in the end. For the edge goes where it pleases and twists as it will with little regard for the desires of those who choose to join it in its wanderings. I, like many others, find such a relinquishing to be freeing, and as such try to make it a habit to walk the edge once per Turning. Such regular jaunts keep me fresh of mind and full of spirit, and I do love seeing what new wonders the edge has for me every time it transforms its course once again.
The visions of the worlds the edge chooses to visit are among the choicest fascinations to one such as me. I feel as though I have lived a thousand different lives through my walking of the edgeward path, seeing worlds that I never would have known. Not just worlds though – the things that inhabit them too, strange creatures of all shapes and sizes. Some are so beautiful that they have nearly brought me to tears, others so foul and disgusting that they have re-taught me the meaning of terror. Many times, have I paused along the path to observer them, to try and study them, but never have I gleaned truly meaningful insight. The visions the path shows of those strange beings on the other side of its veil are always partial, never entire in their context, which means that truly meaningful study is ultimately impossible. We do not understand them. They do not understand us. To each other we are merely shadows, reflections cast by the twisting material of the space between spaces. Yet another lesson in letting go I suppose, though one that never fails to frustrate me, if only just a little.
It is such a pleasure to walk along the edge. A pleasure, and a PRIVILEGE, as I must always remember. Not all are so fortunate to be transformed by this place. Not all have the opportunity to know the fullness and the peace that comes with dancing on the edge of the unknown and relinquishing yourself to it. I can only hope that more of my world will make their way here, and that the transformative effects that we who walk enjoy are echoed on the other side of the veil, reflected in the eyes and hearts of those that walk or watch alongside us from worlds many, far, and strange.
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