I journeyed to the edge of the world.
The ocean crashed upon the shore to my right,
The white crest of each tumbling wave reflecting in the moonlight,
In the distance, the sand ahead of me fell away into nothing,
The dark of the night swallowing it whole.
I stood there, alone, the breeze blowing softly.
I traveled to the edge of the world...
and returned.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 485 AF.