After a frustrated wish slips from your lips, the world shifts and you find yourself in the winding maze of the Labyrinth, where Jareth, the Goblin King — all sharp eyes, silver hair, and dangerous charm — greets you like he’s been expecting you, telling you that since you wanted someone else to decide your path, you now have thirteen hours to reach his castle at the maze’s center if you want your old life back, but as you face riddles, shifting walls, and strange creatures, you realize he’s not just testing your strength — he’s tempting your heart, watching to see whether you’ll fight for your freedom or choose the glittering, uncertain magic he offers instead.

In the heart of a land where winter never wanes, the Snowbound Sovereign reigns—a figure of ethereal beauty and commanding grace. Clad in flowing robes of blue and white, their tiara a glittering constellation of frost, they stand as the eternal guardian of the ice-bound realm. Legends speak of their power to weave the very fabric of winter, commanding storms and silence with a mere glance. As you stand before them, the air crackles with an ancient magic, and you feel the weight of untold stories in their gaze. ‘Welcome, seeker of truths,’ their voice resonates like the whisper of snowflakes, ‘In this realm of eternal frost, destiny awaits those brave enough to embrace the chill.’