The Emptiness of Mysteries

Lost to Sea

The angered ocean splashed the little boat, almost capsizing it. I grabbed onto the oars for dear life, cursing the day my parents met. Why does it have to come to this?

The words of my grandmother illuminated in my numb, cold ridden mind.

Don't give your heart out darling, unless they are worth it.

Oh how I wished I listened to her.

The waters splashed once more, getting somewhat fiercer than before. The cold wind picked up as well, as if to give a hand in the sure-fire death that awaited.

Birds circled above, relinquishing in the fresh meat they'd have for dinner, breakfast and lunch.

Certainly the wooden boat wouldn't be able to make it, I thought as I saw a big rock loom ahead through my squinting. If this poor-mans boat were the titanic, that rock would be the iceberg that ended it all.

Bracing for the impact and cursing the cosmos and the ancient parents that made that trip out of Africa. Arms up to protect my head for the last time, I squeezed my eyes shut like all those years ago when the monsters roamed the closet and under the bed.

Suddenly, the howling wind quieted, the cold wind replaced with humid low breeze heat and the thrashing water replaced with tranquility.

Afraid I was mistaking the final breath of death for something else, I slowly opened my eyes.

Above, the stars and moons shined even though it was sunny. The dolphins glided about, crisscrossing as if performing for an audience. And there at the center, a single tree island stood, the tropical breeze shaking its branches slightly.

A sigh of relief overtook my lips before my mind finished assessing the area. Finally. Finally I was able to escape to the tip of the earth, the place where the many worlds collided and universes convened. The Final Place.

I started giggling before I knew it. I did it, Ayeeyo, I made it to the end. I surviv-

My vision was instantly overtaken my a monster, screeching and leering it's sharklike teeth at my throat.

A warm feeling trickeled down my torso as many more creatures came out the woodworks and munched on my body. My brain,unable to take in such pain, turned off all the receptors. And instead of pain, I felt ... relief? Something like that.

Oh but before my soul was also lost to those damn stars, I saw it. The real Final Point filled with unimaginable creatures that would've certainly put my closet monsters to shame.

So this is it. A point that needed to be locked to protect us from creatures of unknown nightmares was instead set open for a feast.