The bubble burst. The boy stepped out of its plastic hull, deflated, and looked around at the miles of empty land where he had come to rest. Earth. It seemed so limitless in every direction, stretching out the same in all directions. Hard to know which direction to set out in, from where he was standing. Hard to tell what adventures were waiting behind different corners of the unknown universe, with it just all out flat there. Like it was waiting for some big men with plows to churn it up and give it direction in the form of a two lane high way, connecting two distant dots, unseeable, on the plane, an infinite set of points linked together, birthed of the nothingness that was just a piece of land at the moment.
But there was no road.
From here. Where to?
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