"That is a long way to go mister. Some might even say that you are heading for the edge of the world and all."

The traveller smiled, " no friend, over the edge is where I'm heading."

With those words the traveller climbed the steps onto the airship. The first mate just closed his eyes knowing that the captain already took the man's money.

The airship was called Turmoil of divinity, one of the last soul powered cruisers in the world. Sleek forward swept wings with a triangular-shaped prow, the iridescent blue sail of pure power billowing outward as the ship glides into the vast emptiness of the sky.

Where the path leads, I follow.