Reborn: I Have a Space

I opened my eyes, and the more than twenty years of my life felt like a dream. I was back at age ten. My family had been poor farmers for generations. I had no heirloom jewelry, and I'd never bought any jade pendants or little wooden trinkets. But I still got a pocket dimension. The pocket dimension was both magical and not all that magical. With a second chance at life, what should I do?