I stand here in an open plain. It’s a rather lovely day… a light breeze toying with nearby tree leaves, waves lapping against the beach. Quite Idyllic.

I can’t help but enjoy this temporary stop despite what it represents. The all-encompassing calm is simply too peaceful. Not a single bird chirping, not a single crab scuttling long the sand.

There have been no indications of ruins or that this world has ever seen the touch of life. Well, Flora, obviously, but no Fauna.

Five stars for relaxation. Can’t get any farther away from civilisation than a planet on which it never existed.

The problem here though, is that according to my estimation, I should be standing on Manhattan Island. Depending on one’s viewpoint, either Proteins decided to take a vacation here too, or the Creator decided to take most of his handiwork elsewhere.

I can close my eyes and see the hustle and bustle of the city I left before I began this jaunt through time, space and possibility.

Still can’t decide which I prefer.