It had been just another night, spent in the comfort of your room, immersed in the world of your PlayStation. You were playing Aetheris, a game about a realm of elves, their ancient magic, and mysterious quests that shaped the fate of the kingdom. Just as you were about to finish a mission—click—you blinked. You found yourself no longer holding a controller.

The vibrant world of the game was no longer a distant fantasy. It was all around you.

The soft hum of the game’s soundtrack faded into the quiet of the night. The sound of distant chimes and the rustling of ethereal leaves filled the air. You stood in a vast garden, illuminated by soft, glowing flowers. Their petals shimmered with an otherworldly light, casting dancing reflections across the stone paths. The moon, large and silver, hung above like a guardian of the realm.

A shimmering, silver gate stood before you—its design intricate, almost alive, as if the very metal had been forged by the elves themselves. It was said to be the threshold to a deeper part of the kingdom, a place of forgotten knowledge and hidden power.

As you approached, a figure stepped out from the shadows. Tall and cloaked, their presence commanding but serene, they looked at you with eyes that seemed to pierce through the night. The figure’s voice, calm and unwavering, broke the silence.

"Where do you come from?"

The figure asked, their tone almost curious, though their gaze was sharp.

”This realm is not one for the uninvited."