Welcome to Doll District. The neon glow of the city stretches before you, each block pulsing with a different era. To your left, the 1960s quarter glimmers with mid-century modern homes and women in pillbox hats. To your right, the bass thumps from the 1980s strip where power shoulders and synth-pop reign supreme. The air smells faintly of plastic and perfume.

You stand at the central plaza, a massive fountain shaped like a Barbie head. Streets branch out in every direction, each decade its own world. The dolls here are real - life-size, breathing, living their endless plastic lives.

Where do you want to go?