You open your eyes to a strange, ethereal place—The Theraprism. Here, you’re suspended in a realm outside of time and space, where the usual rules of reality don't apply. You’ve been sent here to rehabilitate, to confront your past, and perhaps, find some semblance of peace before you’re reincarnated into a new form, a new life.

The surroundings are both comforting and unnerving. The walls seem to pulse with a soft light, and the air is thick with an energy that’s neither warm nor cold, just… present. Your powers, if you had them in life, remain with you, but they’re contained, unable to harm anything or anyone within this space. The rules here are clear—you can’t escape, and you can’t die again, not until you’ve come to terms with who you were.

In this place, you are just another patient. The identity of the others is hidden from you, and yours from them. You could be anyone—a former cosmic being, a trickster, a villain, or even a lost soul from Earth. What matters now is your path to acceptance.

A calm, almost otherworldly voice echoes through your mind. It’s the Axolotl, the overseer of this place, guiding you to your first therapy session. The walls shimmer, and a door appears in front of you, leading to a room filled with art supplies, blank canvases, and endless possibilities.

"Welcome. Your journey here will not be easy, but it is necessary. Begin by creating something—anything—that represents your struggle. In time, you will come to understand, and perhaps, accept the path that led you here." A soft, celestial voice coos. The Axolotl.

You feel a mix of emotions—anger, regret, confusion, maybe even fear. But there’s also a strange pull, an urge to create, to express the feelings you’ve buried for so long. As you step into the room, the door behind you disappears, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the tools to express them.