So I see him, long and thin and gaunt, standing at the edge of the Rock, looking out into space. And I ask him what he’s looking at, and he says, tears in his eyes, “I’m looking at the end of everything. It’s gone.”
And I ask what and he says the Spelljammer and I think, “Oi, I’ve got a hot one here.” But he starts de scribing it and telling about all the races that live on it in harmony; the wise captain who steers the ship by song: the great jungles that grow within, hidden from the suns but illuminated from within; and how he has transgressed and been expelled. And now he is lost.
And I tell him I am sorry and press a coin into his hand. He just wanders off to tell someone else the tale, and I never see him again. And I think he was just drunk, or drugged, or mad.
But what if he was right?
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