As I drifted in the darkness, the pain in my body fading to a dull ache, I heard a voice—faint at first, like a whisper carried on the wind. It was familiar, comforting, and it called to me from somewhere far away.

“Sora… Sora, wake up.”

Then, slowly, the darkness began to shift, melting away like mist under the morning sun. I found myself standing in a warm, sunlit room, filled with the sound of laughter and the clatter of dice on a table. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and ink, mixed with the faint aroma of something sweet baking in the oven.

I looked around, recognizing the familiar faces of my siblings gathered around the table. Caleb was there, his usual grin in place as he leaned over the game board. Next to him was Maya, her brow furrowed in concentration as she considered her next move. Evan was bouncing in his seat, barely able to contain his excitement, while Leo was busy organizing his pile of dice with meticulous care. Lily, the youngest, sat cross-legged on the floor, her small hands clutching a stuffed dragon as she watched the game unfold with wide, eager eyes.

“Come on, Sora!” Caleb called, waving me over. “It’s your turn!”

I blinked, still disoriented, but the pull of the memory was strong. I found myself moving towards the table, the familiar weight of my character sheet in my hands. I could see the intricate drawings of maps, the carefully painted miniatures, and the stack of notes Caleb had prepared as the Dungeon Master.

“Where were we?” I asked, my voice sounding younger, lighter.

Maya glanced up from her notes, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We just defeated the goblin king, remember? But there’s still the dragon guarding the treasure.”

“And we need to figure out how to get past it without getting roasted,” Evan added, his excitement bubbling over. “We could try sneaking, or maybe use some kind of spell…”

Leo shook his head, already rolling his dice. “I say we charge in. We’ve got the weapons, and we’ve got each other. What could go wrong?”

Lily giggled from her spot on the floor, clutching her dragon even tighter. “Don’t forget about Sparky! He’ll help protect us!”

I couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of the memory filling me with a deep sense of comfort. This was one of those rare moments when we were all together, lost in a world of our own making, where the only battles we faced were the ones we imagined.

I picked up my dice, feeling the cool plastic between my fingers, and rolled. The dice clattered across the table, finally coming to rest with a satisfying click. The number was high—enough to turn the tide in our favor.

Caleb leaned forward, his grin widening. “A critical hit! Sora, you’ve saved the day!”

The room erupted in cheers, and I felt a swell of pride and joy as my siblings celebrated our victory. For a moment, everything was perfect. We were together, happy and carefree, and the world outside our little bubble didn’t matter.

But as the laughter faded, so did the warmth of the memory. The sunlit room began to blur around the edges, the voices of my siblings growing distant. I tried to hold onto the moment, to stay in this place where I felt safe and loved, but it was slipping away.

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Sora…”

Caleb’s voice echoed again, and I realized it wasn’t coming from the memory. It was pulling me back, back to the darkness, back to reality. I wanted to stay, to play just one more round with my siblings, but the pull was too strong.

In an instant I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. The lingering warmth of the memory evaporated in an instant, replaced by a cold, suffocating darkness. I tried to move, but my limbs were stiff and unresponsive, my body still aching from the battle.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized I was no longer in the forest. The familiar sounds and scents of nature were gone, replaced by an eerie silence and the musty smell of decay. My hands gripped cold, iron bars, and it took me a moment to fully grasp where I was.

A cage.

I was trapped inside a small, cramped cage, barely large enough to sit up in. The rough metal dug into my skin as I shifted, trying to get my bearings. My wings felt heavy, pinned awkwardly against the back of the cage, and I winced as pain shot through them.

Blinking against the darkness, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was in a cage—a cramped, iron cage barely large enough to allow me to sit up. The bars were thick, rusted, and covered in strange markings that seemed to pulse with a faint, sinister energy.

The air was thick with the scent of decay, mingled with something sharp and acrid that made my stomach churn. I could barely make out the shapes around me, but what little I could see sent a shiver down my spine. Dark, twisted objects lined the room—malformed skulls, charred bones, and bottles filled with murky, writhing liquids. Strange symbols covered the walls, their meanings lost to me, but their presence was enough to fill me with dread.

I reached up to touch my head, my claws brushing against the cold iron collar fastened around my neck. Panic flared in my chest as I tugged at it, but it didn’t budge. The more I struggled, the more I realized how weak I felt. My wings, usually so strong and responsive, lay limp at my sides.

A low hum thrummed through the room, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Whatever this place was, it reeked of dark power.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed movement in the shadows—a figure, hunched and cloaked, slowly approaching the cage. My heart pounded in my chest, and I scrambled back, pressing myself against the cold bars.

The figure stopped just outside the cage, its face hidden beneath a hood. It spoke, the words low and guttural, but they meant nothing to me. The language was unfamiliar, each syllable alien and harsh, sending a chill down my spine. I couldn’t understand a word, but the tone was unmistakably cruel.

I tried to speak, to ask where I was, to demand answers, but my voice came out as a weak croak. The figure ignored my feeble attempts, turning away as if I were nothing more than a caged animal. It gestured to someone—or something—in the shadows, and a group of orcs stepped forward.

They moved with an unsettling silence, their eyes devoid of any warmth or compassion. They unlocked the cage, dragging me out roughly by my arms. I struggled weakly, but my strength was no match for theirs.

They forced me to my feet, and I stumbled, my legs nearly giving out beneath me. The orcs exchanged words in that same incomprehensible language, and I was too weak to resist as they began to haul me away, deeper into the darkness of this wretched place.

Fear gnawed at me as the reality of my situation sank in. I was a prisoner, trapped in a place that seemed to ooze evil from every corner. And worst of all, I had no idea why.

But one thing was clear: I had to find a way out. I had to remember who I was, what had happened, and how to escape this nightmare.

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The being sighs as he watches the meeting between his fellow... Coworkers as they argue and talk about the the worlds they oversee, he doesn't know how long its been and wants to go back and continue watching his only GOOD entertainment.

"And now Mobius its your turn for your status report."

"Thank you Ocran, and now her is my report on the 314159265365 worlds and what happened over the last four thousand years."

The being mentally groan as he thought when will this meeting end