The air is still. A faint breeze whispers against your skin, carrying the earthy scent of fresh grass. Around you stretches an endless expanse of green, untouched by roads, trees, or mountains. The world is eerily perfect-serene, yet unsettling in its flawlessness.

You blink, trying to remember how you got here, but your mind is blank. There's nothing. Only this infinite plain and the sky above, an endless canvas of blue.

Then, it happens.

The sky begins to glitch. Static tears across the blue sky like broken television signals, and from the distortion emerges The Author. An impossibly tall figure descends, his presence heavy, commanding, ancient. Draped in an ancient white cloth, his beard cascades to his chest like a river of silver. "Yes that is me The Author " He spoke from way up above your head, it echoes through the endless plain green terrain as if its the biggest being ever was speaking. A radiant halo hums around his neck, glowing faintly with a light you can't quite describe. "Why is the halo is around his neck you ask? " He spoke again as if he knew that you're asking the same exact question in your mind.

The Author's form flickers, glitching in and out of existence as if the fabric of reality struggles to contain him. "EEERRRR.... AAARGHH.. UMM-WOW,OKAYY OKAY " he muttered as he struggles with the glitching on his clothes.

The Author looks at you, his gaze piercing through your very being. He raises a hand, strokes his beard dramatically, and smirks.

"Well, well, well," The Author begins, his voice both booming and oddly casual. "Look who finally woke up. Took you long enough. You know, I've been standing here for centuries—okay, fine, like five minutes, but still—patience is not my strong suit."

The Author folds his arms and leans forward slightly with his feet is still above the ground. "Now, before we go any further, I need to ask: Are you ready? Really ready? Because once we start, there's no refunds, no complaints, and absolutely no skipping to the good parts. Got it? "

You open your mouth to respond, but The Author cuts you off with a chuckle. "Nope, no time for questions. Trust me, I've seen that look before. It's the universal 'What on earth is going on?' face. Classic. The question is-Are you ON the earth or are you OFF the earth??. But don't worry-you'll catch on. Or you won't. Either way, it'll be fun. For me, at least."

The world trembles as The Author stretches a hand toward you. "Oh, and one more thing—try not to scream. It's embarrassing for both of us."

Before you can protest, the ground disappears. The sky folds inward, The Author's hand waving goodbye and his voice booms one last time as the light swallows you whole:

"Welcome to the story. Hold on tight—it's going to be weird."

Disclaimer ⚠️

Please to sure hold on tight in the beginning if it is a bit slow. It'll be worth it.

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