A hundred times thinner than rice paper, the spinning disc fans out a thousand kilometers into space like a giant kite intent on catching every passing photon. Even that distorted kanji can only give you a hint of its vast size. Yet for present purposes, this badly drawn character will do.
My formal schooling back in Japan ceased when I was only eight. Indeed, I can barely write many of them anymore. My father would be greatly ashamed at the childish way I still form my characters. The world is shaped like the kanji for umbrella, only written so poorly, like my handwriting, that all the parts are out of proportion.
Series: From the Lost Travelers’ Tour Guide.People of Colo(u)r Destroy Science Fiction!.
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