A low, rhythmic hum. Not from outside, but from inside your room—deep beneath the clutter of forgotten laundry and discarded notebooks. It pulsed through the floorboards, a heartbeat of something ancient and wrong. Or right. You couldn’t tell.
You sat up in bed, blinking away sleep. The humming grew louder.
It was coming from your closet.
No light spilled from beneath the door, but the air felt charged—like before a thunderstorm. The scent of dust mixed with something… metallic. Sharp, like ozone, like static, like expectation.
Drawn to it, your hand hesitated on the doorknob. For a moment, the world held its breath.
You opened the door.
Instead of your usual mess of shoes and jackets, there was a space you knew wasn’t there before. It shouldn’t fit. A circular chamber, carved in stone, radiating with a pale blue glow. Ancient symbols pulsed along the floor like veins of light.
At the center: a stone pedestal with a floating, crystalline ring hovering above it. The ring spun slowly, its core filled with swirling colors—shifting like oil, whispering like wind. Images flickered in its depths. A monstrous forest. A glittering city in flames. A silver sea reflecting two moons.
And beneath the ring, carved into the base of the pedestal, were three words:
CHOOSE YOUR FATE.
A whisper, not in your ears, but in your mind.
You stepped closer. The ring pulsed, and suddenly—
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