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The world shivers at your fingertips—every graze against moss-covered ruins ignites ancient glyphs, every brush of wind through your hair carries whispers of forgotten spirits. You press your palm to the fractured monolith, its surface humming with dormant power, and feel the pulse of a dying realm clawing through your veins. This is no ordinary touch; it’s a covenant. The energy sears your skin, twisting into sigils that bind you to the land’s agony, its thirst for rebirth. Shadows coil around your wrist, a tactile plea: *Heal us. Break us. Become the bridge or the blade.* Choices ripple beneath your hand, alive, volatile—one wrong move, and the fragile thread between salvation and oblivion snaps.
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Before you stretches an orchard brimming with glowing apples. Each choice carries weight—answer correctly, and a golden apple shines in your basket. Stumble, and a crimson one takes its place. Seek assistance, and no fruit is earned. Your challenge? Gather every glimmering golden apple you can.
