When I looked at my reflection in the rear-view mirror, I was surprised to see my perfectionism in the driver's seat. They regarded me coolly.

I looked away, the familiar feeling of inferiority beginning to wash over me. I wasn't often awake while they were driving. It’s the punishment for living life so unintentionally that they covertly slip into my mind from time to time.

"I see you're working on a campaign." Even though they said it without emotion, I could swear they were sneering. Everything they said, I took it very personally.

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"Yeah...” I muttered, “it's just a chill way for me to learn how to be a dungeon master. I'm even thinking about how I can create characters or plots that could be used in the qi and .dat worlds. But I guess it’s going to be too ambitious…what if the players aren’t interested in how homebrew that would be? And to be honest, could we even all meet up since our schedules don’t align? I don’t know…”

“Well, good luck.” They sat back out of view, their job already done. Without having to say anything more, they infected my excitement for what’s possible with reality. It would take a lot to make this particular idea happen, and the successful result might not even be worth it. It would simply serve as an affirmation that I can make my dreams into a reality.