Isaac had full faith and trust they were doing what would have been ordered by God. The Great Congress communed for months before giving their full endorsement to use the tempered curiosity as given by God to explore the extent of their world so that they may be closer to Him.
The dinghy touched the silent water and Isaac gave notice to the crew it was time to depart.
The seven members selected to hike the Arctic Crest swung their packs over their shoulders and started down the dangling ladder to the boat.
The journey to the snowy shore and hike up the crest was uneventful. A deafening cold silence greeted them broken only by their footfalls.
They snaked up the snow covered mountain single file without a word.
At the summit of the arctic Crest they gazed beyond into the endless darkness that had never been seen by human eyes before. The drones they launched in years past never survived the intense electromagnetic bands that emanated from the Crest.
The darkness before them was suffocating and terrible. Powerful and forbidding. The gradient marking the Sky End was directly above them. Like a painted blue dome fading to black that was just with the reach of their technology.
As the rest of the crew reached the top and the sound of their movement quieted they could hear a distant hiss. A low white noise familiar to anyone who spent too much time at the choir.
The Ocean Fall.
Isaac turned, pulled at this scarf and raised his snow goggles. “Men this is what we have come to seek out. The edge and to bask in the glory of that our Lord created for us. We shall return and the people of our world can take one more step to being closer to Him.”
They started down the dark side of the crest toward where the ice sheet met the start of the ocean fall.
The temperature was eerily warmer during the descent. The crew loosened their scarfs and commented how the air tasted metallic.
The seven members selected to hike the Arctic Crest swung their packs over their shoulders and started down the dangling ladder to the boat.
The journey to the snowy shore and hike up the crest was uneventful. A deafening cold silence greeted them broken only by their footfalls.
They snaked up the snow covered mountain single file without a word.
At the summit of the arctic Crest they gazed beyond into the endless darkness that had never been seen by human eyes before. The drones they launched in years past never survived the intense electromagnetic bands that emanated from the Crest.
The darkness before them was suffocating and terrible. Powerful and forbidding. The gradient marking the Sky End was directly above them. Like a painted blue dome fading to black that was just with the reach of their technology.
As the rest of the crew reached the top and the sound of their movement quieted they could hear a distant hiss. A low white noise familiar to anyone who spent too much time at the choir.
The Ocean Fall.
Isaac turned, pulled at this scarf and raised his snow goggles. “Men this is what we have come to seek out. The edge and to bask in the glory of that our Lord created for us. We shall return and the people of our world can take one more step to being closer to Him.”
They started down the dark side of the crest toward where the ice sheet met the start of the ocean fall.
The temperature was eerily warmer during the descent. The crew loosened their scarfs and commented how the air tasted metallic.
Reaching the dark shore one of the crew unslung his pack and snapped a cord which caused it to start inflating.
After a few minutes the pack unfolded into a raft to use on the remainder of their journey. The rest of the crew loaded their equipment and shoved off into this new untouched sea.
They had to do very little rowing as the current naturally took them towards the Ocean Fall.
The low hiss now dropped an octave and could be felt in the air. A slight low pressure that meet their chest.
After some time Issac measured their speed and took note they were just about to pass the point of no return. The event horizon.
The crew started unpacking the aeroraft. Adam pulled out the canister of fire clay which was submerged in kerosene to keep it stable. They fastened the cloth of the aero dome's ends to the hooks which lined the edge of the raft.
With the canister in the middle of the rocking boat one of the crew dialed a knob until it flailed open like an aluminum flower draining the kerosene to a lower chamber. Four of the crew members held up the silvery cloth as flames started shooting out of the canister.
Like a slowly waking serpent the balloon rippled to life. Super heated air breathed life into the iridescent cloth as they coasted ever fasted towards the edge of God's world.
After about ten minutes the raft has been transformed into a balloon basket about to ascend away from the ocean fall. Slowly and steadily the transform raft lifted off the sea at the same velocity it had been being carried at. The edge of the ocean fall had been suddenly brought into perspective.
They rose higher yet the sound of the ocean fall just became more deafening. The edge was clearly defined against the darkness.
Sooner than they expected the fall was right beneath them. It didn't look like a typical water fall. Rather it was as if the ocean was bent at a slow large angle down into a darkness that extended forever.
They passed over the fall. The extent of Gods world. The darkness seemed to swallow them up.
All of a sudden a massively terrifying and flawless chrome face with empty eyes slowly rose from the darkness accompanied by the low roll of the trumpet, now at such a volume it drowned out ocean fall. The sound’s pressure clouded the crews senses and made it difficult to look for very long.
Behind the polished metallic face billions of gears, pinion and cogs spun with the energy of a thousand engines as jets of steam shot out periodically cooling the terrible contraption. The solid facade was held up by a powerful silver beams joined at massive golden pivot points which extended into the darkness and under the ocean fall.
Slowly it stretched open its mouth revealing a blinding light which flooded the darkness. It seemed emit a high pitched whine along with the low trumpet that stung the crew's ears.
After a few minutes the pack unfolded into a raft to use on the remainder of their journey. The rest of the crew loaded their equipment and shoved off into this new untouched sea.
They had to do very little rowing as the current naturally took them towards the Ocean Fall.
The low hiss now dropped an octave and could be felt in the air. A slight low pressure that meet their chest.
After some time Issac measured their speed and took note they were just about to pass the point of no return. The event horizon.
The crew started unpacking the aeroraft. Adam pulled out the canister of fire clay which was submerged in kerosene to keep it stable. They fastened the cloth of the aero dome's ends to the hooks which lined the edge of the raft.
With the canister in the middle of the rocking boat one of the crew dialed a knob until it flailed open like an aluminum flower draining the kerosene to a lower chamber. Four of the crew members held up the silvery cloth as flames started shooting out of the canister.
Like a slowly waking serpent the balloon rippled to life. Super heated air breathed life into the iridescent cloth as they coasted ever fasted towards the edge of God's world.
After about ten minutes the raft has been transformed into a balloon basket about to ascend away from the ocean fall. Slowly and steadily the transform raft lifted off the sea at the same velocity it had been being carried at. The edge of the ocean fall had been suddenly brought into perspective.
They rose higher yet the sound of the ocean fall just became more deafening. The edge was clearly defined against the darkness.
Sooner than they expected the fall was right beneath them. It didn't look like a typical water fall. Rather it was as if the ocean was bent at a slow large angle down into a darkness that extended forever.
They passed over the fall. The extent of Gods world. The darkness seemed to swallow them up.
All of a sudden a massively terrifying and flawless chrome face with empty eyes slowly rose from the darkness accompanied by the low roll of the trumpet, now at such a volume it drowned out ocean fall. The sound’s pressure clouded the crews senses and made it difficult to look for very long.
Behind the polished metallic face billions of gears, pinion and cogs spun with the energy of a thousand engines as jets of steam shot out periodically cooling the terrible contraption. The solid facade was held up by a powerful silver beams joined at massive golden pivot points which extended into the darkness and under the ocean fall.
Slowly it stretched open its mouth revealing a blinding light which flooded the darkness. It seemed emit a high pitched whine along with the low trumpet that stung the crew's ears.
In one instant the crew exploded into sparkling dust and the face slowly lowered back into darkness.
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