"There may well be. Even in all my years, I have yet to catalog every species that stomps through those jungles. Nor figured out how an ecosystem thrives with predominantly alpha-level predators."

"Neither," she says. "Both? I've never been a sailor by profession, but I did come here from a world called Toril many years ago. I have, at my age, little desire to journey far afield, but I am always interested in tales of the wonders of the vast multiverse outside this little shell."

Mei Ling leads Rae to a small house directly on the edge of the jungle. A pot of soup is already on the fire, which she stirs immediately upon entering, then offers a seat. "Please. I look forward to hearing of your Ixalan."

"So you say the world was locked off from other planes? Very interesting." She ladles out some soup and offers it. "From what you describe, your world is not in a crystal shell, either?"

"Oh yes. But you'd need to find someone who knew of passages to that shell. Or be very certain of your navigation skill."