Loye took a deep breath and walked towards the gate. As he stepped through it, he felt a sudden rush of wind and a strange sensation in his gut. He closed his eyes and waited for the sensation to subside, and when he opened them again, he found himself in a completely different place.

Loye looked around in wonder. He had never seen anything like it before. The colors were different, the shapes unfamiliar. He could see strange plants and creatures he had never seen before. He realized that he was in a different world, a world that he had never even imagined.

As he looked around, Loye noticed that he was in a small room, surrounded by stone walls. There was a faint light coming from the ceiling, but it was too dim to see anything clearly. Loye took a step forward, and as he did, he heard a faint whisper in his ear.

"Welcome, Loye," the voice said. "This is the first trial."

Loye spun around, but there was no one there. He looked around, but the room was empty. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He had to focus if he was going to pass this trial.

As he looked around the room, Loye noticed something strange. There were objects in the room that he recognized. A chair, a table, a bed. They looked similar to the ones in his world, but there was something different about them. They were sleeker, better crafted, almost as if they were from a wealthier source.

Loye walked around the room, studying the objects, trying to understand this strange world. He noticed that there were words written on the walls, but they were in a language he didn't recognize. The symbols were completely different from anything he had ever seen before.

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There were several objects in the room that he couldn't recognize, and the ones that he did recognize were different from the ones he knew. For instance, there was a source of light in the room, but it wasn't a fire. Instead, it was a glass bulb that emitted a bright, white light. He couldn't understand how the bulb worked, but he was fascinated by it.

As Loye spent more time in the room, he saw more objects that he couldn't recognize. There was a box with a glass screen that showed moving images, and there was another object that had buttons and a dial. He couldn't even begin to guess what they were for. Everything in the room was strange and foreign to him, and he wondered where he was. Then he saw something that made his heart race. There was a picture on the wall, and it was a picture of a place that he recognized. It was a picture of his village, but it was different. There were buildings that he had never seen before, and the people in the picture were dressed in a way that he couldn't understand.

At this point, Loye turned around and saw a reflection of himself in a mirror placed on one side of the wall. What he saw shocked him immensely, not the mirror itself – his father had at least two mirrors made from polished metal – but the fact that he was wearing completely different clothes from what he had on before.

At this point, Loye started feeling a sense of panic rise inside him. He didn't know where he was or what was going on. He was lost and alone in a world that he couldn't comprehend. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was only the door. He stood up and walked towards it, hoping to find answers on the other side. He increasingly realized that he has no idea where he is, and how he was going to successfully pass the trial and leave this realm. He wonders if this is part of the test that the wolf mentioned, and if so, what is expected of him.

Just then, Loye hears a sound coming from the door. His heart starts racing, and he feels another wave of fear wash over him. He doesn't know who or what is on the other side of the door, but he's ready to face whatever comes his way. As he approached the door, he heard footsteps on the other side. He froze, not knowing what to do. The footsteps stopped, and he could hear someone breathing on the other side. He held his breath, waiting for the person to enter the room.