Mystic Worlds

I think that the world has many levels, multiple planes of existence. Each plane has its own horrors, its own delights. Each plane is ruled by a specific race of creatures. All the planes are copies of this Earth, just modified to support its own population. You might planeswalk in San Francisco, and come out in the same place, but the city might be floating thousands of feet in the air. Or it might be on top of an active volcano. Or everybody might be robots. There is a plane for every fantasy the human mind has ever created, and it is exact in detail to what that person has imagined. Even if that person hasn't consciously imagined that world, it will be created. All your dreams can come true if you know how to planeswalk. How to planeswalk, you ask? Well! Planeswalking is an ancient art that is only known to exactly 42 people. Those peoples numbers are quickly dwindling. By the end of 2018, there will be none left. All of those magical realms will be cut off from this world. Perhaps it is for the better. If everybody had the power to make there dreams come true, then the world would be plunged into darkness. The 42 people who know how to planeswalk have to be sucked of their pride, and their thirst for power. Their lives are lonely lives, every waking moment spent training to planeswalk. The art of planeswalking is best kept secret.