🌀 Scene 1: A Door That Doesn't Open
Floor Three of the Tower was different.
There was no battle. No chaos. No throne or shadow to challenge them.
Instead, the team found themselves standing before a simple, white wooden door in the middle of an endless meadow. There was no handle. Just soft wind and the distant sound of laughter.
Jemil stood still.
Flare tilted her head. "It's just… grass. I don't smell blood or poison. That's either good or very bad."
Kaelira narrowed her eyes. "I sense distortion. Time… folded in on itself."
[Warning: Mental Realm Detected]
[Target: Wife #10 — Status: Lost in Constructed Reality]
[Identity: Layra — The Dreamweaver of Still Time]
Jemil stepped forward. The door shimmered… and pulled him in.
🌸 Scene 2: A Life That Wasn't
He woke up in a cottage.
A quiet village. Blue skies. Children's laughter.
Layra stood by the window, humming as she set the table for two.
