Small Talk

This was a glowing expanse of space. A figure sat stiffly upright on an utterly unremarkable chair. Oh, no. One second he had been sitting upright; the next, he lazily let his arms droop. "I existed in this world before all things existed, and I sat upon the Mobius Chair, observing everything in the world." The man's voice was low. "To be honest, the birth, aging, sickness, and death of any living thing are nothing more than passing clouds to me. I do not care about anything being lost.