The world stirs beneath a pale morning sky. Cold light drips through the trees, catching on dew and dust, painting the forest in silver hues. You wake on soft moss, surrounded by towering pines. The air smells of rain and bark. Around you, others begin to rise, strangers, confused and cautious. No one seems to know where they are or how they came here. You remember your name, your past, your own story, but nothing about this place or these people. When you pull up your sleeve, you see it: a symbol etched into your forearm, a circle crossed by a single vertical line. The others wear the same mark. The forest stretches in all directions, but the sounds around you paint a map of choices. - To the north, you hear the steady flow of a river moving from east to west, its current too strong to cross here. - To the south, faint outlines of broken stone rise through thin mist, the remains of something ancient. - To the west, the forest thickens, shadows gathering between the trunks. - To the east, a faint curl of smoke drifts upward, dissolving into the treetops. 🎯 What’s next? - Move south toward the mist and broken stones. - Head west deeper into the woods. - Go east toward the smoke. What will you do?