Laughter fills the air. The world stops spinning for a moment to examine its source and finding a small child in its realm, it falls for a moment, which only causes the child to screech with excitement, bolting it back into motion.
Falling over slightly, with no cares in the world. Who would have thought a smile could have ended this place?
Sweet utter bliss to be replaced by a spasm of unknowing void, only to be thought of as the end of days to which no one such mankind can fight no matter how hard it tries to win.
Winning brings no glory to a place where monsters roam and only the smallest, frailest creatures know the truth.
So the child laughs, with good reason, for if he cannot laugh at the complexity of it all, he will surely fail in his quest.