The Fabric

A giant blanket once covered the entire earth. It became known as the fabric of animation, a common material shared among every lifeform to this day. The fabric is rather fluid in attitude, cascading from one physical form to another, all the while remaining ever present over the earth. There was once an age when this fabric was mellifluously approachable, and a panglossian landloper with a cookie cutter in the palm of his hand boldly came forth. His credence of needing to know about the fabric was his nonce, and he asked the material where to find the four edges of the giant piece of fabric. Long before the pandiculation of animation began, there was a fugacious moment of introduction between the fabric and the earth and therein lies its first edge. However, the fabric had been ubiquitous for so long that it had forgotten the place of provenance.

Intrigued with the opportunity of discovery, the landloper prepared himself to pursue the first edge. However, the inquiry of the remaining three edges remained and again he asked where to seek such things. Knowing that the answer to such a question is profusely recondite, the fabric spoke in a rudimentary manner on behalf of the next two edges. One edge was spoken of in terms of law and mauka, and the other muttered was of lacustrine and motherhood. As for the remaining edge, the fabric predicted that a response would quickly transform the bonhomie landloper into a mawkish milquetoast within the span of a sentence. However, a vow of silence was too cruel for the sweet fabric. Instead, the material’s voice congregated at the zenith of the earth to whisper the words of the whereabouts of the last edge; words that would only reach the eager ears of the landloper in death. Unaware of the last response, the lad set out on his quest to locate the four edges.

The quest had become increasingly unsuccessful by the time the landloper’s first lifespan came to an end. However he had never parted with the cookie cutter and ever determined and optimistic, he began his search again after recreating himself using the fabric. He continuously searched throughout his cycles, gaining more insight with every attempt. But having never died, he will not know of the last edge until he gives up his search completely.