He had been following the water for days now, maybe weeks. He was never thirsty, and the banks of the river boasted good flora and fauna to eat. He could not know what he was looking for, but only that he needed to find it.
Imagine his surprise when he began to approach utter nothingness. It had no color, no shape, no sound. It was a great big nothing. It did not fade into existence (or non-existence as it were), but just suddenly presented itself as the end of all creation. The stream he had been following was cut off by the nothingness in a clean, sharp line, but still it flowed forward. He looked up into the nothingness that caused this broken stream and glared. It would not stop him from finding what he had to find.
Amidst the crippling fear that roiled through him, the buck found hope, and forward he stepped to search the nothingness.
