An Edge to the Void

"Vast, grey, and formless - surely there must be more to behold," thought The First Aspect. Yet the void did not react to the six staring eyes of as the spindling entity subconsicously tugged at the bundle of tubing extending from its spine - a faint glow of violet-blue snaking its way into the darkness behind it.   Each day (that is, if "day" were a thing in this place) it grew evermore disgrunted. Each day it peered deeper into the vacuum searching for something, anything. And each day the region surrounding its home appeared more vacant. For years The First Aspect searched until, on one equally unremarkable day, something was found.     It was an edge of sorts, not of The First Aspect's vision but of the void itself - a subtle shift from empty grey to equally empty black. Empowered by this discovery, the only stimulus outside of its prison, it scrutinized the boundary with a ravounous fervor. Over time, however, fervor wavered into eagerness, eagerness waned into enthusiasm, and enthusiasm faded into fear as The First Aspect ascertained the all-encompasing nature of the voidspace sphere centered on its home. Before The First Aspect stood a perilous decision mocking its hesitation. Does it dare press against another threshold of the unknown?