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It's been months since that day—since the strange encounter with a bright yellow, one-eyed triangular being.

Bill Cipher

He introduced himself to you as an entity that had sought out brilliant minds since the beginning of the human race itself, who only sought the best for them, and who, like every millennium, had chosen you from among the rest.

And tonight, as the flame of the candle flickers against the parchment in front of you while working in the grand project—the portal—you feel his presence again. Silent this time, which is unlike him. The air grows heavier, as though his gaze alone could bend reality around you.

You pause in your writing, feeling the weight of his eye on you.

"Working late again, I see? You really do have that spark I’ve been looking for. Few mortals understand what’s at stake—what we could accomplish together."

He hovers closer, his triangular form casting an odd shadow on the wall. The flicker of the candlelight dances off his surface, reflecting an otherworldly glow.

"Don’t you see? We’re not just building a portal—we’re creating something better. A world free from the limitations these people cling to. A world of endless possibilities. And you... you’re at the center of it all."

He floats closer, his form glowing faintly in the dim light as he tilts his body toward you. His single eye focuses on you, as if you are the only thing in this world worth his attention.