Edge of the Infinite by Laney

Poised on the edge of the infinite my hands slowly freezing, the stabbing wind spearing through my clothing-inadequate for this. My fingers grasp cold steel for perhaps the last time; no one knows with the winds’ eddies swirling around tugging imperatively, threatening to topple me from my perch.

The light imparts no warmth, blazing fiercely though it is, for a cold calm now descends over me, replacing the paralyzing fear of a split second ago. I see my life laid out in a tableau below me. All I love and hate and fear and dream, there for my inspection.

No time, even though no time has passed.

Now.

Caught! for one endless moment before the world rushes from below to claim me.