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Shortly after my son died I started dreaming of another world. I took over a wooden doll and met him, a boy who looked just like my earth son. I could never hear his name despite the nights we spent together. Though, those nights started to grow farther and farther apart. From daily, to weekly, too finally monthly. Hoping to see him again I celebrate my last birthday, dying thanks to some bad lobster. Thankfully, im here but its different. Its real. Suddenly I find myself in the ruins of the kingdom my other world son built and again I missed his death. Its been so long its become ancient history, so I will travel the world finding what I can while doing what I can.