You are invited to a centuries-old teahouse, hidden quietly between then and now. Inside, an enigmatic host awaits you, serene, watchful, and kind. You are asked to bring a single item: something personal, something meaningful.

At the heart of the teahouse lies the last remaining magic carpet, soft beneath your feet, woven with patterns older than memory. You are invited to sit. Your object is placed on the offering dish and the host pours you a cup of tea.

With that simple gesture, your journey begins.

What follows is a ceremony of memory, reflection, and choice. You are not told what this place is, but in the warmth of the tea and in the comfort of the carpet, you may begin to feel it.