There are infinite Earths, in the cosmic seas. They all follow the same template, the same pattern.
But the thing is, some things are more equal than others. Some Earths are stranger. Not quite a different world, but also not quite the same one, either.
There are Earths where George Washington loved collecting tea kettles, yes. And there are Earths where the dinosaurs never died, and civilization grew up sauropod.
This is an Earth between those things. An Earth that was somehow compressed, perhaps by happenstance during a genetic bottleneck, perhaps just by the whims of the multiverse.
This is an Earth where people wear color-coded clothing, and have trouble recognizing faces. Where cities cooperate, and an ancient Archive stands in the desert. Where the people are poorer, and technology slower to develop — but they are more cheerful, perhaps. An Earth where cities have few cars and trains have few delays. An Earth where you can be understood anywhere by learning only two languages.
This is þereminia. And the thing is, it is now forming a Bridge.