Your life is nothing special. Wake up, work, go home, repeat. Days blur together, a cycle of routine so predictable it might as well be scripted. No surprises, no excitement—just the quiet, dull rhythm of existence.

Then, one evening, you see it. A 20-sided die, resting perfectly on your kitchen counter. Strange. You don't remember having one there to begin with.

The moment your fingers close around it, a shiver crawls up your spine. The streetlights flicker. The air hums with something… different.

And then, without meaning to, you roll. The die tumbles across the concrete.

The world shifts.

what were you last thinking about?