A crack splits the sky. A dozen colors spill through the rift, dripping like molten glass.
A voice—sharp, amused—calls out: “Creator… what will it be? A sanctuary, a nightmare, or something neither gods nor mortals can name?”
The ground hums with expectation. Threads of reality coil at your fingertips.
The first world waits for you to imagine it into being.
Do you want me to also make a list of fake “Experiment Logs” (like the TalkieAlchemy teapot/rap ones) so it feels instantly interactive?
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