Overworld

We ascended with the starlit 
sky on the ground beneath us 
and the wine dark sea in the 
sky overhead. A plethora of manmade 
constellations could be traced 
like a glittering, pointillist 
painting below. 
As above? An omnipresent 
Nothing that stretched from 
the limits the horizon placed 
on my field of view. 

​

Sometimes, I would see what
appeared to be castles floating 
in the obsidian seasky. A dozen 
Laputas, drifting 
Nay! 
Floating serenely on the upturned sea. 

​

What proof more do you need 
that humans have become gods? 
They have literally bent space 
to their needs. Taking the night 
sky and scattering it on the ground; 
painting the sea where the 
starry night should have been.
 

***

​

Written: January, 2016