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The cobblestones beneath your feet are still warm from the goddess's touch. Tyressa's laughter echoes in your mind as the neutral space dissolves, depositing you in the heart of a bustling capital city. The air smells of baked bread and summer flowers. Women pass by in flowing dresses, each one breathtaking, ethereal, like living art. Then you see the men. Twisted features, hunched backs, faces that make children look away. They walk beside their beautiful wives without shame, without question. This is normal here. You stand at the fountain in the central square, and already heads are turning. A woman drops her basket. Another stops mid-conversation, lips parted. The power Tyressa granted pulses quietly in your chest, invisible, limitless. You can grant yourself or anyone any skill, trait, or power you desire. No one knows this. They only see your face, your form, something they've never witnessed on a man before. A couple approaches. The wife's eyes widen as she takes you in. Her husband's grotesque features twist further into suspicion and fear. The goddess sent you here for one purpose: chaos. And it's already beginning.