Two Micorgians sat side by side on the very edge of the word. Unlike their brethren, they enjoyed the view from the shimmering line between their world and the next.
“What if we were in reality so small that our whole world fit into a dewdrop from another world?”
“What does it matter? On something of that scale, the things that happen on one plane of existence will have no effect on the other. We will live out our whole lives like this.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Just then the weather turned violent, the ground shook, and the edge of the world broke.
On another plane of existence, a little boy used a stick to hit dewdrops off of leaves.
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