[You have two choices; Seeker, Worker. Choose.]

My head swam with innumerable colors, thoughts in the clouds. My eyes stung, the blue a torch to my retinas. It all hurt, and I had no idea why.

[You have two choices; Seeker, Worker. Choose.]

Blue asserted itself in a bright ping to jam its knife into my eyes. I groaned. Something about choosing? Choosing what? I brought my hand up to rub the back of my head.

[Countdown has begun. Choose; Seeker, Worker. 60 SECONDS]

It hurt less this time, the sting having mellowed to a simmering pain and my thoughts drying to a certain clarity, if small. Seeker. Worker. What is this?

[55] The timer chimed.

A timer, a countdown. I had to choose something now, and something quickly. But what was a Seeker? A Worker? To figure this out, I wrangled my vision to focus on something other than the garish blue. The room was one of stone, cold beneath my skin bereft of any clothing. I was naked. My eyes shot open and my mind sharpened to a fine edge. I was kidnapped? Was this-

[50] The timer chimed.

No. I wasn't kidnapped. I probably wasn't an experiment of sorts; they'd have chosen a better candidate. These glaring blue boxes that floated as if they were holograms were eerily reminiscent of a video game. So I jumped to that leap of logic. If this was a video game, what was a Seeker, and what was a Worker? 

[45] The timer chimed. 

A Seeker was someone that seeked something, they looked for something. In a video game, I imagined that something to be a treasure of sorts, perhaps power. They seeked power. And if that was the case, a Worker was the opposite. Maybe they supported the Seeker. That made-

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And the timer. I had limited time to choose whether I wanted to seek for something illustrious, or worked to support those who did the seeking. I wanted to seek, even if I didn't know what that entailed exactly or if my analogy was even correct. Maybe 'to seek' meant something different in this scenario. I wanted to seek.

[You have chosen Seeker. Are you Timid, are you Sturdy, are you Joyful, are you Rage?]

I... I had no idea. Who was I? I tried to trek back down the lanes of my memory, but it all stopped abruptly at one point. The point where I woke with a swimming head and thoughts in the clouds. I couldn't remember. I panicked. Something calmed me. If I didn't know who I was, who did I want to be? And who did I feel like.

[You have chosen Timid. -i-II- if- i- If you could go back, would you?]

The panel guttered like a candle in the wind, its garish blue flickering in and out as if undecided on its continued existence. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the question. If I could go back, would I? If I had made a mistake, a terrible mistake, if I could go back and fix that mistake, would I? I wasn't sure, and I pulled on locks in anguish. It seemed so simple, the choice, but I didn't know if I would and I couldn't tell why... but I would. I would go back.

[Do you desire the aspect of Loop, Seeker? Turn the sands of fate in reverse, repeat it all. Every mistake is no mistake.]

I did.