Fractal Noise (Fractalverse, #0)

by Christopher Paolini

Perhaps that was the point of the hole, he thought. To sunder time itself. To digitize it into manageable chunks and provide an artificial framework against which the universe could be measured. Perhaps it existed only to stand in contrast with the whole of nature, as if to say, “We were here.”

There was nothing for him outside of the expedition. Nothing but grey oblivion and the husk of a life with no good end. If he stopped, he would stop.