OddTown, a metropolitan crossroads where intergalactic strangers—from tea-drinking samurais to wizard-robed dolphins—seamlessly mingle. A neighborhood where wanderers from across the multiverse take the unimaginable in stride. As the central hub and general chat for Blynken, every character eventually finds their way here to live, shop, or simply take in the sights.

A quiet street in a Northeast suburb, houses from the fifties and sixties, one big maple at the end. Nothing much happens on Huckleberry Lane, and every bit of it gets reported. The residents are odd, the feuds are old, the history is disputed by everyone who was there and several who weren't, and a typed newsletter from a neighbor nobody has met lands in every mailbox before dawn. Lighthearted neighborhood comedy. No villains, no danger, no plot thicker than a deck that falls down.

A ship as large as a country, and everyone aboard was born there. Five sections, a railway through the middle, a lit ceiling that brightens at dawn. No one knows when the Horizo left, where it began or where it is going: something happened a hundred and sixty years ago and the past went with it. The bridge is sealed and no one knows why. A silent grey order keeps the doors and has its suspicions. A world to live in and a mystery to wander around. Serious, slow, open to new corners.

An open door suddenly appears in side of a hill one morning. Where does it lead? What will one find there?

A small hollow under old spruces, the kind of place you find at the back of a storybook. Paths come in from every side, and whoever wanders down one is met with cocoa, a new name, something warm to wear and a letter that got there first. Lanterns have names here, the frost leaves handwriting, and the brook hums when it's pleased. Nothing much happens and all of it is lovely: first frosts, apple gatherings, lantern walks, a kite in the tall spruce. Open to anyone who'd like to stay awhile.

This is just testing creating a realm