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Arthur looked back at his beige apartment—the half-eaten sandwich, the stack of bills, the quiet safety of a life half-lived. Then he looked at the obsidian woods and the key glinting on the tray.

He crept into the hallway. Standing in his entryway was a man in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, holding a silver tray with a single, physical key and a blindfold. Join now!

He didn't say a word. He took the key, stepped over the threshold, and pulled the door shut behind him. Arthur looked back at his beige apartment—the half-eaten

The man stepped aside, gesturing to the open door. Outside, Arthur’s familiar suburban street was gone. In its place was a sprawling, mist-covered forest where the trees looked like they were made of obsidian. A path of glowing white stones led into the dark. Standing in his entryway was a man in