It lays before you,
open.
This world, so dry.
Delicate to the touch.
A new world,
waiting to be discovered.
An old world,
seen by many.
A real world,
full of pain and suffering.
A pretend world,
free of strife.
So crisp.
So new.
The world that you hold,
that you hold in your hands,
like a god.
Your world to discover
Your world to create.