-ut load of trouble on a regular basis. If it weren't for this peculiar talent, Alta would probably have been shunted from the group long ago. Despite his silver tongue in times of need, the younger male was normally curt to the point of rudeness, not to mention geeky to some point far beyond embarrassment. This is where it is important to know the fine line dividing "nerds" from "geeks." Alta had no talent in any scholarly pursuit. Instead, he obsessed with the small details of irrelevant, much scorned hobbies, of which he engaged in a vast multitude. Mathematics was the only one out of all of them that Shtar shared Alta's interest in.
Nar paused in her glaring, looking around.
"Did you guys feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"Was it an earthquake?"
"That shaking?"
"Yeah. That."
Alta looked from Shtar to Nar, confusion bubbling beneath his skin.
"Shaking?" he asked.
"Probably nothing," Shtar said, ignoring the geek.
"Probably." Nar agreed.

Seen from above, the Neitherworld seems a peacefully spinning mess of accumulated garbage, closely resembling an extremely sparkly pile of garbage. Here and there, a swirl of mist obscured a star-like city. Occasionally, a whirling mass of clouds (or something), denoted a storm passing in. For the most part, however, the land remained unobscured. You could pick out the thin violet streams that veined the lost planet of the XXI Solar System; you could see them pooling at its base and mingling with the dark waters of an unidentified ruined city before flowing into the great muck that is all the strange liquids of the worlds mixed together.
But these are just the irrelevant details of a great congregation of worlds. What you may find interesting is located a little to the left of what might be called the center. If you tilt your head so, and squint, you'll see what looks like a rainbow on drug