As you step through the door adorned with abstract insignias, you burst into a vibrant marketplace. The bustling atmosphere engulfs you, the air filled with exotic scents, brightly coloured spices and sundries, and the sounds of merchants and customers haggling.
At last, your eyes catch sight of another door down a dimly lit alleyway. Its metallic sheen glimmers faintly in the shadows, and a rhythmic clicking sound emanates from within.
You head towards it.
Before you can reach it, a presence looms behind you. Turning, you meet the gaze of a hooded figure—a mysterious old woman gripping a shimmering metal key. Her unblinking stare locks with yours as she holds the key aloft.
“How do you wish to leave your mark here?” they ask.
The alleyway grows silent. The shrouded woman's gaze meets yours, piercing yet unreadable. Without a word, she slowly extends the shimmering key toward you. You take it from her hand, feeling its weight, cool and solid, in your palm. Her head dips in a subtle nod of approval, and before you can say anything, she vanishes into the shadows.
Turning to the metallic door, you press the key into the lock. The door ripples and opens, revealing an entirely new realm.
You step through the metallic door, leaving the bustling marketplace behind. The air shifts, and you find yourself in an infinite white void—a place with no walls, edges, or sense of direction. For a moment, the emptiness is overwhelming, but then three distinct objects materialize before you, suspended in this strange, featureless space:
A) A polished wooden cup and ball set, its intricate carvings glinting in the void’s strange light. The multicolored ball, connected by an iridescent string, seems to hum with playful energy.
B) A glowing, magical scroll, its parchment marked with elegant, flowing characters in a language unknown. The text dances and shimmers, inviting curiosity and focus.
C) An artist’s easel, holding a blank canvas stretched tight. The faint scent of fresh paint lingers in the air, and the canvas seems to await the stroke of your imagination.
From the void, the old woman reappears. Her expression is calm, and she gestures toward the objects.
“Make your final choice,” she says, her voice echoing across the whiteness.
As you approach your chosen item, the white void seems to shift and shimmer, as though responding to the unspoken pull of your heart.
The old woman steps forward from the void, her gaze steady and knowing.
“These choices reveal what lies within,” she says, her voice soft but resonant.
"Submit your answers and uncover what your heart desires most."
