“Grandpa!” Amanda said as she touched his shoulder. Suddenly the world around her started blurring and stretching out. Amanda turned to Errik but everything was gone. She felt like she was being sucked forward before very suddenly and unceremoniously spewed out onto the ground. Pushing herself up she felt the floor beneath her but as she looked up, everything was blank. Confused as to where her bearings were, she realized there was one thing missing that every normal place had. A horizon line. Completely lost and unaware, she slowly got up, turned around and saw a silhouette breaking the blank canvas she was in. She made a break for it.
“Grandpa! Wait up!” Amanda said as she ran to catch up to him. He never stopped walking, instead moving straight ahead with a certain clarity that everything was the way it should be. Sensing a slight trepidation within herself, Amanda fell into step behind him and waited to see where his road would take her. The ground below her started to incline and she fumbled clumsily to regain her steps. Her grandfather seemed completely at ease as he slowly but surely scaled the invisible hill, looking more confident and balanced than she had ever seen him before.
Finally they reached what appeared to be the top. Amanda completely panting, on her hands and knees and utterly confused looked around her. Nothing had changed. It was still the same blank white space as she had started out with. Yet as she looked at the grandfather's face, she knew he saw something different.
“What do you see?” Amanda jolted as she heard her grandfather suddenly speak to her. “Uh, pretty much nothing. Its just... blank, completely empty.” Amanda replied. She saw her grandfather's face wrinkle into a slight smile as he replied, “I see many things, things that i've known all along. Things that I've always wanted to see.” “Then why is it that I can't see it?” Amanda asked, “its like everything in the world is gone! Its just a void!” “That is because we see what we're meant to see and in the time that we're supposed to see it.” Her grandfather said as he finally looked at her in the eye. “And now it is not your time yet. You still have many other things to see my jewel, many things to fill up your own canvas with and when the time comes, you will see your version of the beauty that I see now.” “But grandpa I-” Amanda started to speak but he cut in. “Go my child, fill your canvas with the dreams of the living, and one day your painting will merge with mine.”
Amanda started to choke up as she stood up, “Don't go..”. “I'll always be here, waiting. Now go, create your masterpiece.” Amanda felt the familiar pull as now it started to yank her backwards. This time she let it drag her back without struggling.
“Amanda!” Errik's voice broke in. Amanda felt herself blinking a few times as she focused on him. She was sitting on the seat with the barren lights and the dark tunnel rushing by the windows. “What were you looking at?” He asked, looking at her with curiosity. Amanda looked back at the last spot she saw her grandfather and replied, “The start of my masterpiece.”