In a sacred realm known as the Land of the Gods, a place inhabited by countless deities and divided into many regions, there lies a territory called Alphataria. This vast region contains many kingdoms, each with its own wonders.
But deep within one of its ancient forests, hidden away from the world, stood a small, lonely house—a place shrouded in silence and tranquility.
Inside, a man with shoulder-length white hair, dressed in flowing robes of white and grey, lay fast asleep. Everything was still, until a faint doorbell rang through the quiet. The sound was strange, almost out of place. It stirred something within the man.
He awoke, confused and startled. It had been ages since any visitor had come to this place.
As he made his way to the door, he passed through vast chambers filled with sacred relics and powerful artifacts—rooms that, impossibly, were far larger on the inside than the tiny house appeared from the outside.
At the door, he found a small envelope. It was plain white, about the size of his hand, sealed with a strange purple symbol resembling a clown's face.
He examined it with curiosity, but didn't think much of it. He opened the letter and began to read
"God of Hope, Sentrie,
I've noticed you've been a little bored lately. Life's lost its spark, hasn't it? Just you, alone in that quiet little forest. But a god like you shouldn't waste away in isolation. If you're tired of this dull existence... why not visit my dimension? It's filled with laughter, chaos, and fascinating people.
All you have to do is burn this letter—with your power alone. That's the only key you'll need.
—funny man"**
When he finished reading, Sentrie let out a cold laugh, dismissing it as a childish prank. But something about it stayed with him. He muttered the name "Funny man" to himself, then tossed the letter aside and walked out into the backyard, eventually falling asleep beneath the open sky
What he didn't know was that the letter, now lying forgotten on the floor, began to tremble. From its folds, a figure slowly emerged—a man with short purple hair, vibrant green eyes, and a mischievous grin painted across his face. He was dressed like a clown, but there was something sinister in his aura.
He let out a twisted chuckle and whispered:
"You think you can refuse me?"
Then he snapped his fingers, setting the letter ablaze with a spark of magic, and vanished.
The small house in the forest, once alive with divine presence and serene peace, became even quieter—eerily so. Every room stood in perfect stillness, frozen in time.
Even the backyard, where the god once slept and divine power once lingered, had vanished...
Leaving behind nothing but silence.