On the hospital bed lay a frail boy named Alex, looking thin and weak.
His once lively spirit now seemed overshadowed, his body fighting a relentless disease that made him seem as fragile as a wisp of air.
Alex had been born with a rare genetic mutation that, by the age of 5, confined him to the four walls of his home.
He used to lose himself in books, webnovels, comics, and TV shows.
He especially loved fantasy worlds brimming with magic and monsters, with magic captivating his imagination the most.
About a month ago, things took a drastic turn as his health took a nosedive.
He was rushed to the hospital, not an uncommon occurrence, but this time it felt different.
As night blanketed the hospital corridor, an eerie stillness settled in, only interrupted by the gentle hum of machines.
In that tranquil darkness, fate took a cruel twist. Alex's vision blurred, his heart raced, and intense pain surged through his frail frame, causing him to cough up blood.
A nearby nurse hurried to his side, her heart racing with fear as she tried to stabilize him. But her efforts were in vain. In a desperate frenzy, she called for the attending doctor.
The medical team rushed in, but despite their utmost exertions, Alex's condition kept deteriorating.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, the world around him a haze. With every fading moment, his spirit seemed to slip away.
As his awareness dimmed, a final wish clung to his departing thoughts - the desire to wield magic and embark on adventures like those in his cherished fantasies, battling monsters and all.
In the hush of the night, as Alex breathed his last, a distant glimmer of faint light flickered, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
With a soft whisper, the light materialized beside Alex, and a translucent blue screen appeared, displaying cryptic messages.
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In a distant place, a young man's eyes slowly opened, met by a symphony of strange and unintelligible noises resounding in his mind.
Bewilderment swept over him as he absorbed his unfamiliar surroundings.
The room he occupied was unadorned yet oddly comforting, featuring a single bed cloaked in pristine white sheets, a study table, and a modest-sized cupboard.
His heart raced as he attempted to piece together the events that had brought him here.
Before he could delve deeper, bizarre scenes and information flooded his mind, playing out in a first-person perspective.
Time drifted by, and eventually, a sense of calm settled upon the young man.