There is a garden at the end of the world. Don’t ask me how I know there’s a garden at the end of the world. There are some questions that you shouldn’t ask. There are some questions that shouldn’t exist because of the fates of the world, but that is a discussion for another day.

There is a garden at the end of the world. It is quiet, serene, painted in shades of green. Oh, the trees change color, into riotous reds and autumnal oranges, when they feel like it. But mainly the garden exists in shades of green. The better to make us relax and forget that it is the end of the world.

There is a garden at the end of the world. There is also a gate. When you come to the end of the world and find yourself inside the garden, because everyone always does, you will see the gate. It is your choice whether to walk through it or not.

What’s on the other side of the gate? It looks like just more of the garden. But I’ve never seen anyone return. No, I’m not certain what’s on the other side. My path has led me there, yet.