I have a gift. Not a gift as in a present or a gift as in I am super strong, a gift as in I can visit any fictional world or dimension that I have knowledge of.
Let me give you an example, I have just read a book. It is about a girl named Lucy. using my 'gift' I could visit Lucy, her friends, her enemies, her whole family and even charterers that were not in the book! If I enjoy the story enough, I could live out my life in there without a noticeable amount of time passing in the outside world. If I die in the book I will be transported back to the last place I was in the 'real' world. I can go back and forth in the story and between my world and theirs by the means of a tattered book that appears with me when I enter a story. it will be left there if I leave and time passes. I can also choose whether to change the tale in real life or leave it in my memories.
But those are rules, and who cares about them?
to the stories we must go, and carve a new identity for the world they live in.