Rasperdas

As you dream you are drawn into a cosmos, thousands of worlds spin round you in hanging glass baubles, surrounded by the swirling and warping passageways of the astral sea connecting these baubles for mere moments.   Beings of no description you can muster mill between worlds studying them, extending their influence to these worlds or studying them. Some flick between the worlds some focus on a particular world. You are drawn to a small bauble, in particular, teetering on the edge of nothingness, dangling by a single thread-like passageway. This little world seems to go unnoticed.   This is the world of Rasperdas. A small seemingly insignificant world, but teeming with life going about their daily lives.