The wheels of the universal server are spinning faster and faster. Nowadays when we reincarnate we often live the same basic time span again and again. This happens in your case. You die which means you think you die. You are really a brain in a jar somewhere. In nutrient storage being fed life templates. Here comes the next one.
The town is Lectrum. Population 1389. The main jobs here are arrow head sales. Online poker. Gathering organically grown lamb's quarters and dandelions for spinach substitute. Deer jerky, and fine incense ground from rare trees that grow in the area. Also smuggling soda across the Canadian border and growing rich dank nuggets of kind bud are secondary industries.
⤓ My town of birth by the Phil Lectrum Quartet