There is an infinite amount of space below you- the ground is no longer solid, but vaporous, full of stars. You balance on a self made shelf of magick and space dust; smile at the people you speak to. They know naught of the realities fragile breaking- you are alone.

(You are never alone)

(someone is watching you)

(You can feel their greedy eyes)

(they are taking the ground away, the air away, the sky away)

(You must build your own world to stand on)