Some people would choose to live inside their dreams, if they could. Y̷̓͜o̸̘̘͂͐u̶̮̓͘ ̴͎̮̠̓̀ḓ̸̰̑́̚o̴͉̍͗ň̴̢̳͗'̵̡̪̩̋̌t̷͓̔̈ ̸̗͑͑̚ṇ̷̢̦̌̂ë̵̢̫͍́͋e̵͉̫͒͆d̶͙̪̄ ̷͕͉̈́͐t̷̡͕̲̉̽͝ǫ̷͚̼̈́ ̶̦̳̥̿l̶̜̒́ī̸̧̨̝͐v̴̮̎͗è̶̺̦̈́ ̴͎͚̔͝ͅi̶̹̎͠n̶͚̰̏ ̴̻̐ả̷͓̎͑͜ ̴̧͇̽d̷̮̳̃r̵̫͑̕͝e̵̞͋̏͒a̷͛͋ͅm̷̮̓ ̶͕̲͇͌̍̈b̷͖̓ͅě̷̝̊́c̴̻̟̈́ȁ̴̱̲̍͆ú̸̺̆s̸̲̟͛e̷̱͈͒̕͘ ̵̼͗t̵̘͆̕h̵͍̟͆̓͘ë̴̹͎́͊̔ ̷̮͇͋͑̾u̸͈̩͠ṇ̷̄̑ï̷̳̘̓̚v̸̡̐̿ê̴͈͇̆ṛ̴̘̜̍͠s̵̡͍̳̓e̸̍̈ͅ ̷̯̹̯́̏i̶͈͔̥͐͝ś̴͎͉͉ ̶̛͇͎͛͒ͅb̷̥̅ȇ̸͇͈͕a̷͙̤̓ṷ̴́t̶͕̯̆̃͗i̴͇͆ͅf̶̭̱͋u̵̢̦̎̚̕l̸̢̹̼̾ ̷͉͓̀̒e̷̥̍̆͗n̵͇͓͊́̽o̷͇̯̥̕͝u̸͔͆̕g̸̺͝h̷͙̻̬̊̕͘. Recently you discovered a world once inhabited by shoddy clockwork secret keepers. You thought it wonderful. You sell p̵̜̞̳̓a̵̜̪͘͝i̸͍̍̿ṉ̶͍̓̊t̷̛̺͒ì̴̖n̷̬̣̈́͝g̶̤̫̐͂s̴̛̙̕ to The Alliance of Dark Matter at a slight discount.