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You find yourself in a large, dark space. Scattered on the ground lie broken bits of fluff and plastic hair. Faux fur and jewels, rhinestones embossing Princess on an old, worn out bracelet and ballet slippers sparkle with an old magic: the kind found only in memories. A hush looms over the space, thick and ponderous. Next to an old stiletto heel lies a faded pink plush-toy. Its eyes stare out, as if entranced, unblinking. .
Melancholy tastes like dust.
You turn around, frightened. The sock creature shifts in place, face contorting as it talks.
I was once called Dopey, yes? But now I have no name. I'll show you around, if you like…

The Story of a Doll

This is the story of a once-loved doll. He was hand-stitched by a little girl learning to sew. She used her old favorite fuzzy pink baby-blanket, stitching herself into his creation. Because of her sheer love and determination, the doll came to life. Of course, the girl was thrilled in the beginning. She had great times with her doll. She never named him, because she knew that he did not need a name. She understood those sorts of things, then.

As the girl grew, her parents became quite concerned. She would prefer to spend hours locked in her room, reading or playing with her favorite doll, than befriending other 'splendid little children her age'. They did the only thing they thought possible: they sent her away.

In boarding school the little girl began to understand the world. Its harshness and cruelty; its unforgiving stance on the fantasy of children. The life and spirit that once shone from even the tips of her fingers shrunk back, hiding underneath thick new layers of skin. The magical doll that once was loved became forgotten. Tucked under her bed, safe and away from her parents, the doll waited.

He waited and waited until he began to fade. His transition into the land of Dust – the land of lost things – was gradual but unavoidable. He simply faded away…

The girl grew up and many years later, with a child of her own, she remembered her adventures with her doll. She shrugged her shoulders when, after briefly searching her old childhood home, she could not find him. Ah well, thought she, dolls can always be replaced.

Spoz

Enter stage left.
A girl with straight, shiny blue hair. Her eyes are a clear gray shade, and she is wearing a mischievous smile on her face. She tugs at her locks, curling them in her fingertips. She dresses plainly: she sports a dress (gray), witch's hat (pointed, gray), and is holding a wand (oak, brown).

Spoz: Oh, hello there!
The girl waggles her eyebrows playfully, before finding a distracting, shiny object to gawk at. She kneels down, interested in something.
Spoz: Oh, it's still you then? I almost forgot you were here! Silly me. Why are you here then? Oh you want to know about that doll? Yes, I did bring him to life. Oh, I'm sorry I can't be a help but I'm rather busy…
She pulls out her wand
Spoz (smiling): G'bye then.

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COMING SOON

Ibaba

Have you ever lost a sock somewhere under your bed? Or rediscovered an old Barbie, wallet, vest or jacket months later, after looking under the mattresses, couches and beds in your house repeatedly? Have you ever forgotten about old toys, never to see them again? Do you wonder where they go?

Ibaba is a deep, unimaginably large pit that is linked to the undersides of most beds, couches, tables and sofas. Sometimes floors have 'gaps' in them that lead to Ibaba if an item stays in one place for too long, but it is mostly the beds and couches that lead there.

Most humans don't know of Ibaba, and the few that have heard whispers (mainly from grumpy socks and disgruntled old toys) haven't a clue how to get there. Normally, unless one is vanished, one must stay absolutely still for days in an Ibaba gap to even start fading between worlds. The only sorts of creatures that sometimes slip to Ibaba that were once living are some old, dead bugs.

Because Ibaba is constantly growing, no one has successfully mapped it. Some brave explorers have tried, seeking treasures otherwise forever lost, but the hazardous lands often bring the foolish to their doom. Some have been known to wander for years in Ibaba without seeing light, falling into sticky spider webs or getting trapped in massive doll-hair mountains. Those that do manage to escape often feel a cloying sense of claustrophobia until the end of their lives. Ibaba is an eerie place, full of loss and sorrow. It is a place for the forgotten; the unwanted.

After death, two things happen: first, soul and body separate, and then the body decomposes. The soul doesn't just fade away, or disappear forever, though. Sometimes, a lucky soul will move on. These are the good ones. (At least the ones who truly know themselves, and who have no outstanding karma.) Some cling to their old lives. (Usually the deceased youths, often those who died in some sort of trauma). Some…some souls go to Ibaba.

When the fates began weaving the random strands of time into ornate patterns, they began telling stories of joy, love, sorrow and death. Souls clung to their earthly lives, but because our delicate bodies are so quick to decompose, they were left with very limited options. Ibaba was born from the congregation of those souls. Overlapping our earth, Ibaba embodies the empty pockets between life and what is after, a sort of limbo for confused souls. Its guardian, Ixif, protects those souls from entering earth and bars passage from other realms. She strives to make their stays peaceful and as happy as possible.

In the past, there was a time when the living and the souls lived harmoniously in peace. The living could visit their past loved ones in Ibaba, and the residents of Ibaba could journey to earth. They used a tunnel system that was long forgotten. However, war from jealousy and love ravished both sides, and Ixif made sure all tunnels were deactivated and destroyed.

Now, Ibaba lies forgotten, and is mostly inhabited by the Lost Things…

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Ixif is now the guardian of Ibaba. She was once a forest guardian and died because of her failure to protect them. She established peace and order in Ibaba, and became keeper of its secret, scribe of its lore and the only soul who holds the keys to enter it. She greets all lost souls at the gates of dust and helps them acclimate to their new surroundings.

Her only true enemies are soul eaters. (They are part of the living, who manage to enter dust and slowly feed on their energy.) Ixif hopes she can vanquish the soul eaters and make Ibaba a safer (if not happier) place.

Innocent child by day – soul eater by night. Hattie spends her days sulking around her garden, languishing on tree branches and pelting acorns at the ground. A part of her soul is missing and she can feel it…

At night, her inner demon emerges as she flies to dust: a soul eater. Most souls did not pay attention to her because, though she appeared frightening, she is quite small (about 8 inches in height, 4 inches wide). She moans and thrashes around dust, causing minor disturbances. Ixif did not recognize the danger she posed, and ignored her. That is, until the dustlings began to fade away as pieces of their souls were slowly chipped at and eaten…

DopeyBopeykins was one of the first living inhabitants of Ibaba. He spent many years there, lamenting his demise. When he found no way out, he prepared to spend the rest of eternity wasting away in its bowels. He went to sleep, unsure about the grim, boring future that stretched endlessly ahead of him…

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