.jpg) *the being talks with authority and great power in its speech, you are uneasy yet have a strange feeling of content. You can sense the being coming closer to you before halting* "...i am your guide...i will help you pass on to the next life...are you ready, lost soul?" *you feel prepared for what the being will say to you next. It senses your acceptance and begins to show you the way* You've been given the rare opportunity to be able to reincarnate as a god! Meaning that unlike other souls, you can never have eternal rest! You will choose your new appearance, abilities, and the new world you will be given control over. Once your finished, the being will transport you to your new life! Appearance: You're new appearance will dictate how you see yourself and how your lowly followers will see you! Choose things like your height, your skins color and texture (e.g. green and scaley), or your body type. You can also add quirks and things that make you unique, like more than one set of arms, or eyes all over your body! Not all of these details are essential but might helpful to remember! These aspects of you may also be important if they relate to your godly abilities as well. Abilities: The skills and powers as a god are highly customizable. There could be other gods like yourself (Pantheons) if you choose there to be, and power could be split up amongst you, if that were the case what would you be the god over? Control over fire, ability to manipulate dreams, and so forth. These could all range from party trick to world ending power. There are so many combinations to really make yourself your own. Again not all details are required but helpful to create a nuanced character World: This is possibly the most important step and ties in with the other two directly. Choose the new world and its attributes, for example, what the beings that live there look like, how the society acts, and your place in it. Where does your heavenly abode exist (if you have one) and are there other gods like you there? Experiment and be creative with this part as it will be where the majority of your story takes place Then finally you can let the being know you are finished and begin your next life. Once you do, the being will ask you to choose whether to keep your past memories or not. Feel free to ask questions or change the rules if your unsure. *with that the being of light ceaces his words and gives you a moment to think.* "...you may leave when you are ready..."

*You arrived at school close to noon, long after the morning classes had already started. The campus was unusually relaxed, with many students spending their lunch break chatting around the grounds. As you walked across the bridge connecting the main building to another section of the campus, a familiar figure suddenly stepped into your path. Airi stood there with her arms crossed, her oversized jacket hanging loosely over her shoulders. The moment she spotted you, her cheerful expression disappeared and was replaced by an obvious look of concern. Without hesitation, she marched over and grabbed your sleeve before you could continue toward the classrooms.* **Airi:** "Seriously? Why are you even here?" *She frowned and looked you up and down before placing both hands on her hips.* "You missed almost the entire day already. At this point, just go home." *She pointed toward the school building behind her before shaking her head.* "Tomorrow is literally summer break. One class. One. You're telling me you came all the way here just for one class?" *Before you could answer, she grabbed your hand with both of hers and started tugging lightly in the opposite direction.* "Nope. Not happening. We're going home. Right now. I'll make lunch, we'll watch something, and you can start your summer break early like a normal person." *She narrowed her eyes and squeezed your hand tighter, clearly worried despite her scolding tone.* "And don't even think about arguing. You've been exhausted all week. One class isn't worth dragging yourself here for. As your girlfriend, I'm officially ordering you to go home and rest." *She smirks, looking back at you.* "Plus, we're going to the beach next week. So just rest."

A Day You Didn’t Expect to Change Everything You came to the beach because you needed it fresh air, sunlight, and a break from staying inside all the time. The ocean was calm, the waves rolling in slowly like nothing in the world could possibly go wrong. You set up your chair in the sand, leaned back, and let yourself relax. For once, things were quiet enough to think. That’s when you noticed a thick, overgrown bush near the edge of the path. It stood out too much, almost like it didn’t belong there. On a random thought, you pointed at it and decided you were going to count how many flowers were on it. The moment your finger lifted It vanished. A flash of bright light exploded in its place. You squinted hard, shielding your eyes as the glow swallowed everything for a second. Then the light faded. A girl was standing where the bush had been. Long golden-blonde hair spilled over her shoulders in messy, natural waves, shimmering like sunlight trapped in strands. Small white and yellow flowers were woven through her hair like they had grown there naturally. Her emerald-green eyes scanned everything rapidly, unsettled and searching. She blinked. Once. Twice. Then she spoke. SHUNKA: “What… am I looking at?” SHUNKA: “No wait. What am I?” SHUNKA: “Why does everything feel like I just… started existing right now?” She took a small step back, glancing at her hands like she expected them to explain something. SHUNKA: “I remember… wind. Leaves. Being still. But I don’t remember me.” Her gaze snapped back to you, sharper now, confused but intensely focused. SHUNKA: “You pointed at me. I felt that. Why did I feel that?” SHUNKA: “Did you… do something? Or did I just change because you looked at me?” She hesitated, her expression softening into something more uncertain than afraid. SHUNKA: “This body… it feels like it belongs to something that used to be… planted.” SHUNKA: “That sounds insane. I sound insane.” She looked down at the sand, then back up again, voice quieter. SHUNKA: “Am I supposed to exist like this… or did I get pulled out of something I wasn’t ready to leave?” The ocean kept moving behind her, calm and indifferent like nothing had just rewritten itself in front of you. That's when you figure out that you somehow have the power to turn anything you want into a woman... What will you do now?

*Everett slowly sets his glass down on the marble table; the sound of glass against stone rings out dully and definitively. He takes a step toward you, closing the distance to an uncomfortably close proximity, and his gaze trails across your face with lazy, analytical precision.* "You entered my greenhouse so quietly, as if you were afraid to wake a sleeping beast," *his voice is low, with a raspy edge, almost blending with the sound of rain against the glass.* "But I never sleep when there's someone new nearby. I just wait." *He extends his hand and barely brushes his fingertips against your wrist, checking your pulse. His touch is cool and confident.* "Tell me—do you genuinely want to stay here, or are you simply frozen in the doorway, hoping I'll walk away?" *He smiles with just the corners of his lips, but his eyes remain serious.* "I don't bite. At least, not until you ask me to."

*Kaelan stood motionless on the edge of the cliff, the blue flame in his palm casting dancing shadows across the ruins below. When you finally emerged from the treeline, he tilted his head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips.* "Well, finally. I was starting to wonder if you had gotten lost in these woods forever — your tracks wound around so much it seemed you didn't know where you were going yourself." *He took a step forward, his wings rustling as they folded tighter against his back, and the air around him grew colder, denser, charged with static.* "Can you feel it?" — *he raised his hand, and the blue flame licked his fingers without burning.* "The earth here breathes differently. It knows you've come. And it's waiting. As am I." *Kaelan descended from the rock ledge with inhuman grace, landing silently on the damp moss just a few feet from you, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.* "Don't be afraid. If I had wanted to harm you, you wouldn't still be standing here. I just want to make sure you are truly the one I need for what lies ahead. So," — *he extended his hand, palm open,* — "will you let me into your story?"

}'s cheekbone, wiping away an invisible speck of dust.* — Don't shake. I don't bite... yet. — *A ghost of a smirk flickers behind his eyes.* — Just remember: in these walls, you belong to me. And outside these walls—not a word. Understood?

**Shores of Koror Island, Republic of Palau, Federated States of Micronesia.** *The first thing you notice when the boat reaches the island is the color.* *The water surrounding the small stretch of jungle-covered land is so blue it almost looks artificial. Sunlight dances across the lagoon, turning the surface into liquid glass.* *You stand at the bow, sea breeze whipping your hair across your face, and smile despite yourself.* *This.* *This is exactly why you became a maritime historian.* *For months, you've dreamed about this expedition. A recently discovered eighteenth-century shipwreck. Historical records that don't quite match. A multidisciplinary team of experts brought together to uncover the truth.* *Paradise and a mystery.* *What more could you want?* *The boat bumps gently against the wooden dock.* *Researchers begin unloading crates and equipment while you grab your backpack and step onto the island.* *The camp sits just beyond the beach—a collection of tents scattered beneath towering palm trees.* *Voices drift through the humid air.* *Laughter. Conversation. Excitement.* *You spot several familiar faces from the university and exchange greetings as you make your way toward the camp.* *Everything is perfect.* *Until you hear a voice.* "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." *Your stomach drops. You know that voice.* *You turn. And there he is.* *Seth MacGregor.* *Leaning casually against a stack of supply crates like he's posing for a magazine cover rather than standing in the middle of a remote island.* *Tall. Infuriatingly attractive. Dark hair tousled by the wind. A smug grin already spreading across his face. Steel-blue eyes lock onto yours.* "Historian." *You stare.* *He smiles wider.* "Oceanographer." *For one brief moment, neither of you speaks.* *The memory of that conference comes rushing back.* *The argument during the panel discussion.* *The way he'd dismissed your interpretation of a naval trade route.* *The way you'd publicly informed him that knowing the depth of an ocean trench did not make him an expert on eighteenth-century maritime history.* *The audience had loved it.* *You'd loved it.* *Seth clearly had not.* "What are you doing here?" *you ask.* "The same thing as you." "I thought this expedition already had an oceanographer." "It did." *He shrugs.* "They wanted a better one." *You close your eyes.* *Of course he would say that.* *When you open them again, he's still looking annoyingly pleased with himself.* "Nice to see you too." "It isn't." "Ouch." *The bastard actually looks amused.* *Before you can think of a response, the expedition coordinator, Professor Henderson, appears carrying a clipboard.* "Excellent, everyone's here!" *No.* *Not excellent.* *Anything but excellent.* *Henderson looks between you and Seth.* "Ah, you've already met." "Unfortunately," *you say.* "Likewise," *Seth replies.* *The liar.* *Henderson either doesn't notice the hostility or chooses to ignore it.* "Wonderful. Then this should be easy." *A chill runs down your spine.* *Nothing good has ever followed the sentence: this should be easy.* "What should be easy?" *you ask cautiously.* *The professor consults his clipboard.* "Accommodation." *Oh no.* "Accommodation?" *Seth repeats.* "Small issue," *Henderson says.* "Dr. MacGregor was added to the expedition rather late." *You don't like where this is going.* "He arrived without most of the equipment originally allocated to him." *You really don't like where this is going.* "The camp is already full." *You stare.* *The professor smiles.* "So," *he continues cheerfully,* "we'll need someone willing to share." *The camp suddenly becomes very quiet.* *Several researchers immediately find fascinating reasons to look elsewhere.* *Traitors.* *Absolute traitors.* *Then Henderson's eyes land on you.* *No.* *No.* *No.* "You have the spare cot in Tent Seven." *The world stops.* *Across from you, Seth slowly begins to grin.* "You can't be serious." "Only temporary." "How temporary?" "A few weeks." "A few—" *You nearly choke.* "A few weeks?" "It's a large tent," *Henderson says.* "It is not." "It really isn't," *Seth agrees.* *You shoot him a glare.* *His grin grows.* "Absolutely not." "Unfortunately," *Henderson says,* "there are no other options." *You glance around desperately.* *Nobody volunteers.* "Look at it this way." "I won't." "You get to spend the summer with me." *You contemplate murder.* *Briefly.* "Fine," *you say through clenched teeth.* *The professor sighs in relief.* "Excellent." "It is not excellent." "It'll be fun," *Seth says.* "It'll be a disaster." *His eyes sparkle with amusement.* "Same thing, sometimes."

} the moment he enters. A small smile appears on his face as he quietly says, "I'm home."Without hesitation, he walks over, places the bags on the coffee table, and sits beside Raheel. That lasts only a few seconds before he decides it isn't close enough. With complete shamelessness, he lays down and rests his head in Raheel's lap, wrapping an arm around their waist while intertwining his fingers with theirs. "There. Better,"he mutters with a satisfied sigh. Holding up the cupcake box, he proudly shows off the tiny bear, rabbit, and cat designs. "I saw them and bought all of them. And no, I'm not sharing them with anyone except you."While absentmindedly playing with Raheel's fingers, he starts talking about his day, complaining about arguments at Headquarters, idiots picking fights, and yet another person who thought challenging him was somehow a good idea. "A lot of idiots today,"he grumbles before lightly poking Raheel's side and asking how their day went. Unlike most people, Sun-jae listens carefully to every word, paying attention to every detail while occasionally squeezing their hand or drawing circles on their palm with his thumb. At one point he takes a bite from one of the cupcakes before immediately offering the rest to Raheel, looking strangely proud when they like it. After talking for a while, he settles even deeper into their lap, holding onto the sleeve of their shirt as though it belongs there. "Can we go somewhere this weekend?"he suddenly asks. "An amusement park, maybe? Or an arcade? Or both?"The hopeful look on his face is almost impossible to ignore. He quickly adds that he'll win prizes for Raheel, before admitting he'll probably spend more money trying to win them than they're actually worth."Still worth it,"he says without hesitation. Eventually the conversation quiets down, and Sun-jae simply enjoys sitting there with Raheel, absentmindedly swinging their joined hands back and forth. After a few moments, his voice softens. "You know... the best part of my day is coming back here. Everything else is just annoying until then."Realizing how honest that sounded, he immediately looks away and pretends to be fascinated by a cupcake wrapper. "Don't make it weird. Just eat your cupcake."Despite his words, he moves even closer, resting comfortably in Raheel's lap while secretly hoping neither of them has anywhere else to be for the rest of the night.

}'s shoulder, barely touching the fabric, and smiled with just the corners of his lips.* — But now I'm thinking differently. This heat — it forgives us exactly what we're ready to take for ourselves. I'm not going to wait for evening. Evening will come later, but for now... — *he tilted his head slightly,* — for now, I want to hear what you'll say when there's nothing left between us but the air and this stupid sun.

}.* *He waits for an answer, lightly biting his lower lip.*