As the authors go on with their pointless talk.

We wonder if they'll write a story or just walk.

Away from the world which was to never be...

A world of imagination and possibilities!

Endless, like the broad seas.

Yet tiny like the puddles we see.

Giant, like the endless skies.

Yet tiny like a frog looking at the heavens high.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

The authors talk and wonder what to do.

"Maybe we can make a story like the books we've been through?"

One of them utters, history knows not who...

"That's a good idea, let the chaos ensue !"

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A system lain out full of infinite power.

A soul created with the worlds arrogance and valor...

A end which suits it not...

A future lain with bloodshed and distraught...

What is out on this stories edge.

What possibilities do we lose by starting out like this instead?