In what seemed a vast distance, duller spheres swam, clustering about the fiery stars, and realization struck him a hammer blow. The stars, they are as the sun. Each star. Every star. And those spheres – they are worlds, realms, each one different yet the same. The Abyss was not as empty as he’d believed it to be. But … where dwell the gods? These worlds – are they warrens? Or are the warrens simply passageways connecting them?
