The Hole-Dodgers

    Everyone ran around the vast surface, seeking the hole they wanted to fill. Countless holes spread among the surface, to the horizon and beyond, and the people eagerly sought a hole to fill, in which to find their comfort.

    Breach did not. He ran continuously to the horizon, nearly falling into a hole every now and then. While others spent their life trying to fill a certain hole, Breach spent his doing the best he could to not fall into a hole. Ever.

    He was agile and perceptive. His skills differed from most people with the same traits in very subtle ways. The others with skills similar to his filled their holes well. But for Breach, filling a hole would be the ultimate prison. As time went on, his race became a dance, and he remained among the hole-dodgers of the surface.

    There were others like him, but they were rare. Occasionally they'd come near, or cross paths, but it never lasted. For the horizon was in all directions, and the same horizon as another hole-dodger was a hole in itself. That horizon needed that hole-dodger, and to go in that same direction would crowd that particular area of the infinite expanse.

    So, while many sought to fill their holes, the hole-dodgers remained on the surface, careful to never fall into a hole, and to continue along the expanse, until time itself ended, and the holes, along with the threat they imposed, vanished.