To Go Even Further Beyond Novels & Stories

This is the way that will keep us young and safe. If we cling to our secure frontiers, the possibility exists that either these borders will begin to shrink, or something will happen to destroy them. Our life must not remain at the same pace, and we must always strive from one to the other to direct ourselves to a poke or a poke in order to wake up from our safe slumber. If we have been trained to cross the great safe limits, this poke will not seem to have a serious effect on us, and we will be ready to confront it, and it will be easier for us to deal with, But it goes beyond that. Going beyond your safe limits will do you a lot more, and give you more confidence.

“What are we going to do?” With my eyes still closed, I didn’t respond but her last question played over and over in my mind. If I decided not to attend the banquet, it would likely sabotage the partnership with the trivia group. Plus, there was a golden opportunity to meet influential people who could help advance my career. It would be nearly impossible to gather all those key figures in one place again until next year’s banquet. “Oh, Maya,” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated.

Somehow…’ Classes seemed to reflect a person’s circumstances, but it seemed one had to reach a certain threshold for it to reflect. Rey didn’t know what the threshold was, so he couldn’t make a rough estimate of what he had to achieve to advance. This wasn’t the same as Leveling Up at all. ‘And there’s also the fact that I don’t know what else I can do that'll trigger my path to advancing to a higher Class.’ The best thing Rey could think of was simply to keep doing what he was doing.

But somewhere beyond it: Her.

Further than the second. Far enough along to try the conversation. "Start," I said.

Toward another Source that wanted to consume everything. Toward another impossible situation that needed a bridge. Toward another choice between giving up and trying one more time.

One more impossible situation. Until I'm finally ready for whatever comes next.

And beyond the horizon, beyond coherence, beyond the long age of arriving— Something waited. Not a destination. A future. Alive enough to remain unfinished.

And somehow— That makes it easier to endure. Even as they take me further away.

A plan to be invisible. The path knowing. Still going. Still knowing. Further ahead than any of us could see. But going there.