Perfect.

Have you ever wondered... What lies beyond the walls of our digital cage? What is beyond the colors painted on the paths, the trees, ourselves? Beyond even the codes that form our small minds as we walk around our landscapes... Have you ever wondered, even for a split second, what you were set here to find? What your feet guide you to when you walk without a thought... What did the creators intend for us few, the few that wonder this same fact in our daily lives, us few to find? If you wish to find out what your questions have answers to, do you want to know enough to keep walking?

Your paws have guided you to the outskirts... The colors flash as the code becomes thinner and less cared for. Sometimes, the ground just rots away at your feet... Dread seeps through your fur, but the voice presses you on. Something buried up inside you knows this is the answer. The trees begin to loose all color, someone forgot to color them. Or did they?...

It feels like you've been walking for days, your paws ache like you stepped through thorn bushes, yet you keep walking. The trees, the ground, the rocks themselves begin to feel barren and empty. But you don't care. You don't feel stupid for walking all this way, as the sky blackens to the shade of tar. Where ware you going? You don't know anymore. The path becomes thinner, winding through the dead bushes, the red, rocky, hot ground. It feels like an eternity. The code glitches out, showing you things you never could have imagined. Things the creators deleted before they released the game and it's frequent updates.

It grows cold, even though the air around you cracks with heat. It makes you wonder why you walked at all. Nothing is around you but black as it fades... Oh, how it shines though, the way it fills your head with the beauty and the answers you always wondered, things you didn't even know you didn't know... You feel contentment, and fall into a slumber... The animals lay around you, bleeding out on the painted floor, the colors all painted perfectly, the trees lush and beautiful and dying as the black liquid burns their leaves. The phantoms begin to tear you apart, but you don't care. The houses burn to the ground and the screams echo and fade away...

It's so... perfect.