Author's Note: This isn't actually the end of the story, don't worry.

She stood a few meters from the broken edge of the ground. Her fingers wrapped around the thin wire fence. The fence that separated her from the endless nothingness was a singular, thin, flimsy fence like the ones you see around building sites. Tyler knew she had seen many of these before, and felt she knew the extent of their flimsiness. Everyone else was inside, but Wester stood beside her. They didn't talk. The only sound to be heard was a faint, permanent buzzing that occurs in everyone's ears but doesn't actually exist, and the sound of the (remaining) grass being dug up by Toby from the meter long patch of lawn (or, more accurately, sandpit) that extended around the back of the house. They stared. There was too much to look at, and their eyes were incapable to look away until they had seen every single inch of space. There were too many things to look at. Too many lights and colours and stars and planets and galaxies and everything. The moon was behind them, so everything was clearly visible. It was perfect. Tyler gripped onto the wire fence and leant her body against it, making it bend. She knew she could fall, but it was worth it for the view. The feeling she had was indescribable.

"What do you think of it, Tyler?"

"Beautiful," she mumbled to herself.

She looked mesmerised.

"You're probably the most interested person i've showed it to."

"It's amazing," Tyler mumbled again.

"You get used to the view when you've been here a while. I just wish I could go back to my first time seeing it, and witness it from a different perspective again."

"Yeah..." Tyler clearly wasn't paying attention to what Wester was saying.

"It's just fascinating. There's an endless amount of things to look at, and at first, you're determined to see it all. But the urge fades, and you just view it as just another regular thing to look at, like the screen of a TV, changing every second but always the same thing in retrospect— A-anyway, I need to go now. Hsakia wants me."

Wester ran back inside, leaving Tyler to drown in her thoughts.

- — -

"So, what was Ty's reaction?"

"Oh, she's still out there. She's practically mesmerised by the view," Wester replied, helping Hsakia wrap a bandage around the upper section of Phoxen's head, covering his still bleeding left eye.

Phoxen sat on the floor between the sofa and the TV, the same place a coffee table would be if they could actually afford a coffee table, and the rest of the people were either sitting on the couch behind Phoxen, helping wrap the bandage around his face, or doing their own thing in their rooms.

"Heh," Phoxen snickered, pushing up the right side of the bandage so it didn't cover his only functioning eye, "She has such a young mind. Fascinated by the puniest of things. You were like that your first time, right Wester?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, is that because you still have one? A puny mind? With stupid fascinations? Is it true you like to watch paint dry?"

"Phoxen, please, shut up."

"Fuck you, Wess."

Hsakia forcefully yanked on the bandage. Nadess was in her room, but would've broken the short silence with an uncontrollable giggle if she had witnessed Hsakia's action. Everyone felt uncomfortable from the lack of sound, but were too nervous make noise to break the silence. Someone had to break this painfully awkward quietness eventually though.

"Bros, that argument was a pointless addition to this story," Arcana spoke confidently as she sat down on the sofa in between Wester and Tomasn, who was asleep, "We all already know everyone hates you, Fox, but you didn't need to make it more obvious. How about you do something useful or interesting, and not just make boring filler. No one likes filler. Therefore, no one likes you."

"I'm offended, Ari," Phoxen replied, "Wounded, even. Physically and mentally."

"You? Hurt? You sure?"

"I thought this argument was pointless, so why are you continuing it?"

"You're saying I'm the one who's continuing it—"

"Hsakia wants both of you to shut up immediately and someone please go and bring Tyler inside so we can sort out what we're going to do with the Sapora."

Silence again. Everyone's eyes darted around the room, waiting for someone to make a move and carry out Hsakia's command.

"Oh my dog, you guys!" Tomasn huskily groaned, stretching his entire body and taking up as much space lengthways as possible, "I can't believe how immature you people are."

He jumped up off the couch with as much speed and energy as a dying sloth, and silently yawned before walking off, out the side door next to the kitchen that leaded out onto a thin path edged by a tall, purple brick wall that shadowed the puny path.

Tyler's mind was lost. It'd left her a few moments ago, and she'd been soullessly gazing at nothing ever since. No thoughts. No questions. Nothing to worry about or be confused by. It was nice. She hadn't been this relaxed for a while, even though she'd been feeling happy. It just wasn't the same. She wished she could be in this moment. But the pure white hand that'd instantaneously placed itself on her shoulder broke it, sadly. You can't have everything you want, and socialising is a thing you gotta do sometimes too, she thought. She looked back to the person who the hand belonged to, Tomasn.

"Heya Ty. Hsakia sent me to get you so we can sort something out about your pet."

He spoke with calm, smooth words.

"Oh, sure. Ok, I'll be there in a sec."

"Mhmm," Tomasn nodded.

He patted Tyler's shoulder and returned to the inside of the house, yawning as he walked back through the door. Tyler sighed and turned around, staring at the many holes and ripped up brown grass and, standing in the middle of the mess, a guilty faced Toby.