Christes stumbled forward. Ever onward. It seemed as if it had been years since her and the nameless telepath had been standing at the top of a mountain looking down at what the telepath assured her was a coastline from which they could sail towards Tradan's current location in the void. After marching down however, they marched back up. Then down. Then up. Now they were marching down again. Finally Christes could take it no longer.
"I've had it! We've been marching for years!!! Where's Tradan???"
"Hey...calm down.....the coastline is just a little further ahead."
"You said that years ago! You pointed down and said, 'theres the coast, lets head down there'."
"We are heading down there now," said the telepath, not understanding what the problem was.
"Its been years!!!"
"Well, the Infinite Void is a very large place," reminded the telepath. "Is that my fault?"
"How did you see the coast if we were not on the summit?" asked Christes, foolishly attempting to use logic on the mad telepathic void-being.
"Simple. The mountains are made of empty void, just like everything else. I looked through them and saw the coast." The voice of the telepath that rang out in Christes mind appeared to have no problem with this explanation.
"Sooo....you know just as well as I do that there is no ground beneath us? No mountain? No coastline?"
"I didnt say it wasnt there....I just said it was made of nothing. Jeez....you dwarves just dont listen very well."
Christes was as confused as ever. "So things are made of nothing. Only you can see them, but yet, you still know that they are not there and are all just a figment of your imagination?"
"Figment of my imagination? I dont know why you cant see the mountains and the sky and the coast.....none of my visitors here in the void could see anything but void either. You just arent seeing what is clearly there."
"I saw the floor at your house. I saw your table. When you walked about your house I saw more of it. Hallways, corridors, and rooms."
"Perhaps because I spent so much time there, I made the nothing more into something....and perhaps that area of the void was no longer void...." wondered the telepath out loud.
"But you know that its nothing! You know this is void!"
"Of course. Everything is made of nothing. What else could it be made of?" asked the telepath. The question boggled the mind.
"I dont have time for your riddles telepath!"
"I dont have time for your ignorance dwarf! Even the solid matter being you think you are is made of atoms....atoms which are 80% empty space according to the best scientists in your world. If their microscopes were better, they would only see that the other 20% is made of nothing as well. How is your world any less of a void than mine?"
Christes heart sank at the insanity of existence. "I just want to see my Tradan again!" she cried. "By the Gods....it would be wonderful to spend some time with a sane person after all this time!"
"So now I am insane? You are the one that cannot see what is clearly there!!!"
"If it is just void between us and Tradan, why cant we just fly there directly?" begged Christes.
"Bah! Where is the adventure in that? The whiteness will drive you mad! Mad mad mad!!! Now come! Theres a city on the coast down there with a boat we can sail across the ocean with. We shall find your Tradan!" The telepath marched off down the invisible slope of the mountainside, whistling merrily as he did so. Christes watched the mad humanoid start to shrink into the distance before finally, with no other choice, she began walking after him.