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The Imagiverse occupies one half of a spherical universe, as to make it easier for humans to comprehend it's structure. On one hemisphere, Reality operates like clockwork under laws of physics and logic, while on the other, Fantasy manifests all dreams and imaginings of the inhabitants of a blue planet. As you get closer to the equator, where the two hemispheres touch, the two dimensions begin to mix, adopting certain aspects from each other. For Reality, this means inexplainable phenomenon that does not correlate with the known physical laws. For Fantasy, this means that beings of a Fantastic nature are less able to survive, as they reach a no-man's land untouched by Creators and inhabited by unknown terrors. The equator, otherwise known as the Rim or Creator's End, is, theoretically, an area of spacetime where the ratio of Fantasy and Reality is equal, although it is uncertain what this means in practice. It is very likely this is in no way good.

Alone in the cold depths of deep space, a metallic shape glides, trailing a blue, shifting mist behind it. With the exception of the occasional nebula, the Edge is seemingly barren. Where the Outer Centre was rife with strange activity, the Edge was bleak and unpleasant. What was once nearly certain, is now rife with uncertainty.
Within the hull of the S.S Victoria, a warbling song plays through the multiple mouths of the gramocom, serving only to punctuate the uneasy quiet. This near-cessation of noise, save for the almost-oppressive hum of the engine, was initially taken as an improvement of the invasive smorgasbord of noises that filled the Threshold. Now, as the excitement dissipated, it only grew more profound.
The volunteers, once again, have a moment of peace before they reach a suitable world to explore. The present enigma stands; how will they spend this moment?