Sometimes, out there, there is movement, as though some other kind of world may exist beyond the Edges. The Edges, though, are always dark, shadowed places. It is not easy to see if there is anything beyond them. Occasionally, though, when hurrying past the Edges there is sometimes a sound, a feeling of not being alone any more. We here, this side of the Edges are not used to being alone, so this feeling that there is someone... something... else out there should reassure, but it does not.
Down by the Edges there is this feeling of... of... menace, a possibility of the world somehow going wrong. Things do sometimes go wrong, even in this the perfect society, the best that has ever existed. After all, we are still imperfect humans, despite all the advances that humanity has made since we came inside here and our world thus made safe by the power of The Edges to keep all of us and all we could ever want or need within these lands bounded by The Edges.
The Edges have bought us all safety and security. We live long happy lives, here, now. Now there is no longer danger and The Edges keep us safe from unruly possibility.
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