Stalking Us, Prey.

What lays out in this world is terrain and habitation of a million different types. The offerings of this world are certainly there in their grand numerical sense, but where is the quality control?

Is this world enough for some of us?

Or will this world's natural borders be strayed across into something of the complete unknown?
And I do not deny it's existence.

Something is there.

Something is watching and creeping around the outskirts of the bonfire of our existence.