Sphere 0 — Nightmare

You are not a hero. You are not a prisoner.

Choose your nightmare.

You stand in a corridor of stretched velvet and weeping stone. nightmare sphere 0

Before you: a single, flickering lantern. Its flame is the color of a held breath. You are not a hero

You are —a discarded vessel. A husk meant to carry a god-king’s consciousness, rejected for a flaw so small no one bothered to record it. Your eyes are two chips of obsidian. Your heart is a clockwork turbine that runs on screams. You stand in a corridor of stretched velvet

To your right: a staircase that goes up, down, and sideways . At the top, a nursery rhyme. At the bottom, a furnace that once burned a star.

To your left: a door that breathes. Its handle is a human radius bone. Behind it, something whispers numbers in reverse.