The Distant Garden
The departure was not marked by the sound of engines or the tearing of canvas, but by the slow, grinding dissolution of the horizon line, a bureaucratic erasure of the boundary between the known and the impossible, which we watched from the deck of a vessel that had no name and no keel, only a deck of polished obsidian that reflected not the sky above but a void of absolute, terrifying clarity....
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