Before we could truly comprehend the world, there was the One. The One who ventured first. Who took the first steps into the unknown.

Their chin raised high and chest puffed out as they blindly stepped forward, into the darkness.

The others hid behind in fear and anticipation… but nothing ever came. There was no monster, no unimaginable horrors.

One after the other, One would step forward only to never return.

Until one day, they did.

Eyes wide, ribs showing, clothes torn, skin bloodied.

“What have you seen?” The group would cry, groveling at the One’s feet, begging to know the truth of this world.

But the One could not speak. Instead, they drew paintings on the walls of the horrors they saw, and served as a reminder to others who dared to wonder “what more is out there?”