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This is space It's sometimes called the final frontier

(Except that of course you can't have a final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate)

And against the wash of stars a nebula hangs, vast and black, one red giant gleaods

And then the gleaiant eye and it is eclipsed by the blink of an eyelid and the darkness moves a flipper and Great A'Tuin, star turtle, swih the void

On its back, four giant elephants On their shoulders, ri sunlet, spinning majestically around the mountains at its frozen Hub, lies the Discworld, world and mirror of worlds

Nearly unreal

Reality is not digital, an on-off state, but analog Soradual In other words, reality is a quality that things possess in the saht Some people are more real than others, for example It has been estimated that there are only about five hundred real people on any given planet, which is why they keep unexpectedly running into one another all the time

The Discworld is as unreal as it is possible to be while still being just real enough to exist

And just real enough to be in real trouble

About thirty miles Turnwise of Ankh-Morpork the surf boo, sand-dunecovered spit of land where the Circle Sea met the Rim Ocean

The hill itself was visible for st the dunes like an upturned boat or a very unlucky whale, and was covered in scrub trees No rain fell here, if it could possibly avoid it Although the wind sculpted the dunes around it, the low su calm

Nothing but the sand had changed here in hundreds of years

Until now

A crude but of driftwood had been built on the long curve of the beach, although describing it as 'built' was a slander on skilled crude but builders throughout the ages; if the sea had siht have done a better job