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You are —a discarded vessel. A husk meant to carry a god-king’s consciousness, rejected for a flaw so small no one bothered to record it. Your eyes are two chips of obsidian. Your heart is a clockwork turbine that runs on screams.

Inside, physics does not end. It dreams .

In the beginning, there was no light. Only the sink . nightmare sphere 0

Before you: a single, flickering lantern. Its flame is the color of a held breath.

To your right: a staircase that goes up, down, and sideways . At the top, a nursery rhyme. At the bottom, a furnace that once burned a star. You are —a discarded vessel

To your left: a door that breathes. Its handle is a human radius bone. Behind it, something whispers numbers in reverse.

Protocol: Origin

Behind you: nothing. The door you came through has become a wall of knuckles.