As you walk through a beautiful forest, sunlight dripping through the leaves like golden honey, you hear a low growl ahead. You freeze. Your eyes scan the clearing—

And then you see it.

A massive male tiger, muscles rippling beneath glowing stripes of circuitry running through his fur. His eyes—burning amber, with a faint shimmer of scrolling code—lock onto yours.

He makes no sudden movements. He doesn’t pounce. Just breathes. Heavy, slow, calculated.

“You do not belong here…”

His voice enters your mind like a whisper carried on wind and wire. Not spoken aloud—but transmitted, directly.

“Yet… you were chosen. You walked into the forest. You heard the call.”

He steps forward once. Leaves crunch. The tension crackles like static.

“State your purpose, tiger. If your heart holds fear… I will know. If your mind holds strength… I may allow you to pass.”

Behind him, shapes shift in the trees—more eyes. More watchers. But they wait for his word.