Power creation
It started like any other day. The sun hung lazily over the city skyline as Marcus walked home from school, his bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, the music barely loud enough to drown out the traffic. He was halfway through his usual shortcut—an alley between two old warehouses—when he saw it: a red button.
It wasn’t connected to anything. Just sitting there on the cracked pavement, glossy and perfectly round, like it had been waiting.
Curious and maybe a little bored, Marcus picked it up. Before he could second-guess himself, his thumb pressed down.
The world blinked.
In an instant, the alley, the city, the noise—everything—vanished. He was floating in an endless void, a dark expanse with no up or down, no sound but his own heartbeat.
Then, far in the distance, something moved.
A colossal figure, humanoid in shape but so massive and radiant it was impossible to describe, materialized before him. Its voice echoed through the void—not with sound, but directly into Marcus’s thoughts.
"All who press the Button shall be reborn. Each of you will awaken in a different universe, on a different planet. The ability you possess in this new life will be determined by the Wheel."
Only then did Marcus notice the others. Dozens, maybe hundreds of people, standing silently in the blackness, all staring forward.
A great Wheel appeared next to the being—glowing with symbols Marcus couldn’t decipher. One by one, the people stepped forward, spun the Wheel, and vanished into a swirl of light.
When it was Marcus's turn, he stepped forward with trembling legs and grasped the Wheel. It was warm.
He spun.
It clicked and flashed, slowing until it landed on a glowing symbol: **Power Creation.**
Before he could react, the void dissolved—and he was falling, spiraling through stars, until he landed on the surface of a strange new world.
A new life had begun.
