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I was born many, many years ago in a place whose name is now lost to the ages. My parents were mystical beings composed of pure light. Their race lived outside of space and time, in a dimension with no name. My birth was foretold by our people's most ancient and revered prophets, and my childhood was spent in luxury, lavished in riches. Upon reaching adulthood, I departed from my home to come here, to the Earth, where things consistently fail to glow in an enchanted manner, and levitation seems to just freak everyone out. So much for that idea. Kind of a dumb idea, if you ask me. Unfortunately, I'm not really sure how to get back. I think it has something to do with string cheese. Or string theory. Or cheese theory. I don't know. For now, I'm living at home and doing nothing. Let me know if you figure out the whole "travelling between dimenisons" thingo.