Following a trail of cosmic ink through a void of nothingness is, surprisingly, very boring.
New Seattle drifted at a steady five knots (or whatever unit a floating city uses). The Space Needle's 5G antenna hummed, pushing the city along the glowing blue ley line that The Editor had inadvertently created when he snipped the Author's signature out of reality.
"Are we there yet?" Ignis groaned.
The dragon-man was lying on the roof of the Meow & Bow, staring up at the purple static of the Void Ocean. He was eating a bag of "Conceptual Chips" they had scavenged from a passing thought bubble.
"They taste like... potato," Ignis complained. "But also like disappointment. I think these chips were a bad idea that got deleted."
"We get it, Ignis," Elara-Zero shouted from the tower. "Stop eating the navigational hazards."
