He sailed an ocean that flowed between worlds, looking for home. Every time he set out in his little boat and rowed out into the water, he would return to a different realm.
Sometimes the differences were as subtle as the title of a beloved book. Others had strange physics or dramatically altered histories. Some worlds teemed with life while others were barren.
After spending time in each world and learning the wrongness of it, he would set out to sea and try again.
He never realized that home wasn’t a place you found. It was a place you made.

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