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One second: a crosswalk, lukewarm coffee, the distant rumble of an engine you didn't register fast enough. The next: nothing. Then grass — impossibly green, impossibly still — pressing against your palms. The sky above you is the wrong color. Two moons hang at noon like they belong there. You sit up. No campus. No traffic. No coffee. A woman materializes at the edge of your vision — luminous, unhurried, smiling like she expected this exact expression on your face. She calls you by name before you say a word. She says she chose you. She won't say why. And something in the warmth of her voice feels less like divine decree — and more like she already knows you. Suddenly a holographic display pops up in front of you the words read [choose your class and corresponding abilities]