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The Nowhere Stop
It was as if the bus were losing touch with reality. The windows fogged over, not from breath or weather—but from a strange silence that spread through the bus like fog. Mollie sat there, her gaze fixed on the outside, but there was nothing outside describable. No tree, no field, no sky. Just gray, endless, boundless. Beside her sat the tortoise—still, awake, present. His map remained rolled up, as if he knew it would be of no use here. The bus braked. Slowly, almost hesitantly. And stopped. The door opened into nothingness. No stop. No sign. No sound. Just this strange, white emptiness, neither light nor dark. As if someone had erased the world except for a single spot. "The nowhere stop," murmured the tortoise. Mollie blinked. "But... there's nothing here." "That's exactly why," she said. "Sometimes you have to walk through nothingness to find what you weren't looking for." He hesitated, then stood up. The ground beneath his feet was soft as dust, but it supported him. One step outside, and the sounds died down. No humming, no engine, not even his own breathing seemed familiar. He took a few steps. Everything was quiet. And yet he felt something. Something old, slumbering beneath the surface. Then, in the distance, a light. Barely more than a flicker, like a spark in a forgotten memory. Mollie turned around. The bus door was still open. The turtle sat silently in its seat. It nodded at him as if it had known this very thing. "Go," its gaze said. "Paths are found here." And so Mollie continued on—step by step into the unknown, guided by a light that only became visible when you weren't looking for it.