This World Is Missing a Corner of You

The Mountain of All Realms is a thorn nailed into the throat of all heavens and all realms. No one can tell when it appeared, and no one can tell how long the man sat on the bluestone on the top of the mountain. He was sitting there thirty thousand years ago, and fifty thousand years ago, so long that he even forgot to count time itself. Outside the mountain are all the heavens and worlds, and inside the mountain is a locked place. And he guards this invisible boundary, blocking everything that should not continue to exist for the world. "Why have you been staying here?" "Waiting for someone," he said. "Who are you waiting for"? "Waiting for someone who can answer this question for me."