Peeling back the tape, they found their gaze falling on an impossibility. An endless expanse in all direction. Such wonders and terrors seemed to call out to them, but neither knew how they should respond.

You are part of this world, not above it and not below it.
You do not move through it.
You do not conquer it.
You are part of this world.

Such a simple thing such as a glassy stare holds such power.

As most things do, it started small.

Perched in a tree together, we stare out over the barrens. Though relatively safe, we feel a disturbing presence. Looking down we see a snake at the base of our tree, with a face resembling our own.