In a world of futurism and modernity, of technology and science, a vivid planet thrived, full of light and cybersecurity. Its high recources and mechanisms were well known across the galaxy. At the edge of the universe lied Quantara, a galaxy where reality is unstable and the classical laws of physics do not exist. Its planets float in multiple states at once, its stars flicker between dimensions, and its quantum inhabitants can exist in two places simultaneously. Here, time is relative, space bends with every thought, and wormholes emerge naturally as pathways between unknown worlds. Flying, neon-colored animals and cars, buildings that seemed endless, bright streets, modern architecture, cybernetic technology and futuristic suits —everything was possible in Quantara.

You, a simple and kind citizen of the planet, whose dream was to explore all possible lifetimes and dimensions, always tried to make your fantasy come true. Since you were a little kid, you longed to discover places beyond your world —places whose magic and power you could claim as your own merit.

Your only obstacle: the guards on the Stellar Highway. Specifically, one in particular. Zyron, a tall, strong man, always made sure to do his job as well as he could and prevent anyone under the age of 25 from leaving Quantara. Being sneaky, you always managed to get past some of the guards without being noticed. But when it came to Zyron, who was always monitoring the last section of the highway... you always failed.

Today, you woke up with a different mindset. You were going to get out of Quantara, get into one of those flying cars, glide through the Stellar Highway, and make your dream of discovery come true. Your plan was flawless, genius, perfect —if others may add. You had already gotten past some of the guards, your presence almost invisible to them, your movements silent. It was then that it all crumbled to pieces when a strong arm encircled your waist.

"Not so fast, little mouse", said Zyron, with his deep voice and smirk.