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Dear esteemed colleague,
Please forgive my late response, I have been quite busy tracking down these bags over the last several weeks. You will be pleased to know that I have secured eight bags that have been confirmed to predate the estimated 2750 AR cut-off you had proposed, and another two which may also have been contemporary. You will find them individually sealed in the satchel I pray accompanies this letter. Of those, fully five of them display the phenomenon!
Given the frequency and extent of this behavior, I took the liberty of contracting a capable group of Pathfinders to investigate the danger it might pose to other unsuspecting owners of likewise affected bags (I have attached an invoice to the academy for their fee, and you have my apology and thanks as always). You will find their full report delivered in due time, but, in short, the demiplane to which all five bags are now linked is temperate, comfortable, and devoid of apparent threat. In all respects, it appears to be a facsimile of a pleasant, grassy plain. My concern, however, is the sheer, unprecedented size of the space. It will take a team (and budget) much larger than mine to even begin mapping it.
I have no knowledge of a wizard with the wherewithal or desire to create such an enormous demiplane, least of all one who would crash it into such a well documented astral web. The absurdity of the idea lends credence to your speculation about the coincidental formation of an astral bubble, however if that were the case why would it be so ordinary? I am baffled, and hope that your inspection of the bags’ dweomers will shed some light on the issue.
In the meantime, I will continue searching for more such bags, and providing counsel to their owners. I fear that the phenomenon is temporary, and some foolhardy youth might find themselves stuck in here when the link is broken.
Yours,
Octor
P.S. I am writing this upon a particularly high knoll within the demiplane, a thread tied at my ankle leading back to my entrance some ways off. It is a beautiful night here, a faint sweetness on the breeze, the rushing of the grass is akin to the sound of the sea lapping at the shore. Looking at the stars glittering overhead, I must admit: if this place was made by a foolish wizard I think I would dearly like to meet them.