I seemed to be alone. E2 was deserted.
I gathered my thoughts and realized I was in the noder treehouse, which was empty.
Today, dusk, and my day of rest was about to commence; No one around, yet I cared not. This, this a perfect time to explore and discover the charm of the countryside, outside, where all great Everything2 adventures begin.
I climbed down the ladder of the treehouse and paused, momentarily, half-way, to gaze and reflect upon the splendid serenity of the sunset. A mighty weeping willow is home to the treehouse, and this stately, dignified arbor sits atop a grassy knoll and soars preeminent above the rolling meadow.
No one was napping in the shade at the base, so I strolled down the hillock.
I found myself behind EDB's hut.
I could feel myself slipping, falling, tumbling. I fell into a wormhole.
Shuttling through time and space, nay transcending time and space, I could think nothing in the face of the deafening roar and blinding light but one sole thought:
"Wow, so this is what happens if go in EDB the way one usually comes out..."
Let me tell you, dear noders, what I found at the end of the wormhole. None other than Everything3...