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[transcendens]

[ There isn’t much to see behind him. A bit of illuminated grantite. A sliver of black that, by now, ought to be easily recognizable as the sky. His hair shifts in the wind, proof that he’s outside, though if the chill of the air disturbs him, there’s no discomfort evident on his face. Maybe it’s the sweater and the heavy coat keeping him warm.

Comments

[likeahurricane]

Nn. How high are you right now? To be able to see that... [ Some subdued envy thar. ]

[transcendens]

At the top of the highest building I could reach.

[likeahurricane]

I dunno how high that is.

[transcendens]

Come here and find out. Where are you?

[blackbiohazard]

There is much beyond here. None of it we can reach.

[transcendens]

You've seen it then? It isn't just my wishful thinking?

[blackbiohazard]

It is certainly there, and not just your imagination. It's infuriating to see those trains come and go to and from places we are barred from.

[transcendens]

Have you studied the trains here?

[herewegoto]

Present yet untouchable. Too bad there's no library. I know there's at least one poet who had words regarding such.

[livethecreed]

We can't get to it. The city just keeps us looping back here if you try.

[knifedances]

permatext

[someone else is rather fond of frequenting high places]

I've noticed, though as has already been pointed out to you, it seems impossible to reach it. For the moment, at least.