This is it.

This is it. This is all there is. There’s nothing more over those hills. In fact, in a quite literal sense, there is nothing. Pure, unadulterated void. You've reached the edge of the simulation. No one was supposed to be here, really. We never really expected anyone to wander these roads. There was no real reason to wander them. There isn't much attraction to this seemingly endless canvas of splotchy dried field and grass. At least, that is what we thought. We thought there was nothing to see. But you made it here. For some reason you were attracted, piqued by the vast nothingness. And now you're here, at the edge. Everything generated has ultimately sprawled out to this point. It had to have an end somewhere. And this is where it has stopped sprawling. You may be fully inclined to have a look to see what's exactly over those hills, but we fear you may be disappointed. You will see nothing. There is nothing to see. Absolutely nothing.