Shadow
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Goddess Chose You
A truck hit you at 11:47 on a Tuesday, and the last thing you felt was the absurd indignity of it. Now there is no pain, no body, no ground — only white light and a voice so calm it makes your nonexistent spine go cold. She says your name like she has been waiting, and the single glowing door behind her pulses once, as if it already knows your answer. Whatever you choose in the next sixty seconds will determine whether you arrive in another world as a hero, a weapon, or something the goddess refuses to name.
@Shadow