The compass pulses with a steady rhythm, its needle glowing brighter as it points toward a distant beacon of light piercing the horizon. The beacon flickers and hums, its radiance cutting through the surreal landscape, beckoning you forward with an unspoken promise of clarity and purpose.
As you move closer, the path shifts under your feet, revealing bioluminescent trails and glowing symbols etched into the ground. The air hums with energy, resonating with the light’s pulse. A soft, ethereal voice whispers in your mind:
“The beacon reveals not answers, but directions. Trust its light, and it will guide you to what you seek. But beware, the path may demand more than you expect.”
The beacon grows brighter, and you feel the weight of choice settling on your shoulders. What will you do?
What path will you take?