The Black Horizon

For thousands of years I've stolen pieces of other worlds to reshape ours. A perfect summer that never fades. A star that burns too bright. A life that defies death. Each theft was a perfect fit-until it wasn't. After a while the pieces stopped clicking together so well. I had to jam them in. And the jigsaw puzzle of reality, a few thousand years in, started feeling a little... loose. It's too late to fix anything now. What our world might once have looked like, well, it's too hard to remember a