Why does every other world have all the cool shit? All I get is fucking computers.

[The concept sounds nice, though. Like making a wish on birthday candles or fuzzy dandelions.]

So what's the catch? There's always some sort of catch when people write stories about magic. Like I say "Give me more time with my dad," then I get hit by a meteor and put next to him in the mausoleum. I'll need to think about the wording.