At the World's End

At the western edge of the world stands a giant.
He gazes at the sky, longing for his lost kin.
Stars bring him peace.

I like this place too.
Nowhere else reminds me of shattered common sense and dignity of mankind as strongly as here.
World cliffs and giants. Ha.

He consoles me every time.
He once believed that the world resembles a strawberry on the upturned tortoise.