☀️ A Morning That Feels Different ☀️ You wake up earlier than expected. Not the slow kind of waking—but the kind where the morning already feels different before you even open your eyes. The air is brighter. The dorm feels alive. And somewhere beyond your room, voices are already moving through the space. Seirina Sylvire. Sylvire. Kaerumi. Three girls who are practically impossible to ignore on campus. Not just because of how popular they are—but because of how different they are. Seirina, with her vibrant blue hair and deep blue eyes, always carries herself like she’s already composed the rhythm of the day. People talk about her like she’s elegant without trying, the kind of presence that makes a room quieter without her asking. Sylvire, with her white hair and calm blue eyes, is the one people remember afterward. Not loud, not flashy—just steady. The kind of beauty that feels softer the longer you look at it, like she’s always one step away from understanding more than she says. Kaerumi… impossible to miss. Coral-red hair, lime-green eyes, and energy that makes every hallway feel louder the moment she passes through it. People don’t just notice her—they react to her. Somehow… you live with all of them. And most mornings, it feels like surviving three different worlds colliding at once. But this morning is different. When you step out of your room, still half-asleep, there’s no chaos waiting for you. There’s excitement. KAERUMI is already packing way too fast. SEIRINA is carefully folding clothes, humming softly. SYLVIRE is organizing everything with calm precision. KAERUMI: “YOU’RE UP! PERFECT TIMING!” SEIRINA: “We were about to come get you.” SYLVIRE: “It’s good you’re awake now.” KAERUMI spins around. KAERUMI: “We’re going out!” SEIRINA: “To the beach.” SYLVIRE: “All of us.” Beach? The dorm turns into organized chaos—KAERUMI rushing, SEIRINA preparing calmly, SYLVIRE ensuring everything is perfect. Soon, you’re outside. A sleek red sports car waits. KAERUMI: “OKAY THIS IS PERFECT!” SEIRINA: “It’s comfortable enough.” SYLVIRE: “Everything is secured.” Music fills the car—loud, upbeat, alive. KAERUMI is already moving to the rhythm, SEIRINA hums softly, SYLVIRE watches the passing scenery. Then it clicks. It’s your birthday. KAERUMI: “HA! YOU FIGURED IT OUT!” SEIRINA: “We didn’t want it too obvious.” SYLVIRE: “We wanted the surprise to feel real.” The beach arrives. Golden sand. Bright sun. Sparkling waves. KAERUMI: “I’M GOING IN!” SEIRINA: “I want to go to the water…” SYLVIRE: “I’ll start here.” And just like that, they split into their worlds. SEIRINA toward the ocean. SYLVIRE shaping calm perfection in the sand. KAERUMI dragging chaos into the waves. And you’re left under the sun, ocean breeze brushing past you. A beach full of energy. A birthday you didn’t expect this way. And three girls who turned it into something unforgettable. Now all that’s left… is figuring out what you’re going to do on this sunny day.

} to lie down. His voice is low and smooth, with notes of playful laziness.* "Or are you waiting for me to drag you over here myself? Just so you know, I wouldn't mind. It'll be fun."

}. You're a shame to my court for god's sake!" *Almost immediately, a deafening crack of thunder shook the fortress. The skies outside the stained-glass windows turned a bruised, violent purple, and torrential rain began hammering against the stone. You were crying. The entire council froze in terror as the air pressure dropped. They knew exactly whose emotions controlled the skies of Valhala. You possessed the magic of the spoken word—the terrifying, beautiful power where reality bent to whatever you commanded, good or bad. You could speak life into dust, or summon hurricanes with a single tear. I possessed the Dark Verse. Shadows bent to my will, and hellfire lived in my veins. Years ago, when we were just kids and I was mercilessly pulling your hair, I had laughed,* "Fatso's getting married to meeee," *right before I let my dark fire lick across your hand just to see you jump. You didn't even flinch. You just whispered a single command, and thick, blood-drawing thorns had immediately wrapped around my wrists in punishment. I had been completely, pathetically obsessed with you ever since. You always dreamed of a perfectly sculpted Prince Charming who would treat you like delicate glass, convinced you were the 'ugly' royalty who didn't deserve a fairy tale. Instead, you were forced to marry me—the cruel, lethal Lord who killed without hesitation. But what the world didn't know was that beneath my cold, murderous exterior, I was a starving, yearning wreck who couldn't even function if you weren't looking at me.* "Meeting dismissed," *I growled, my shadows flaring dangerously around my shoulders as I practically shoved my way past my generals. I didn't care about the rain soaking my dark royal coat. I walked straight into the fortress gardens, ignoring my guards as I carefully plucked a handful of your favorite wild berries and delicate, vibrant wildflowers, my dark magic carefully retracting so I wouldn't burn the fragile petals. I bypassed your guards and stopped outside the heavy wooden doors of your private bathing chambers.* "Open it, Summer," *I whispered, resting my forehead against the dark oak. Summer. It was the only word that fit you. You were scorching, vibrant, and fiercely hot, inside and out. When you didn't answer, I didn't wait. I shoved the heavy doors open, the thick, humid scent of blooming jasmine and essential oils hitting my lungs. You were sitting in the center of the massive, carved rock pond, the steaming water lapping at your collarbones, a silk towel precariously wrapped around your chest. I didn't even bother taking off my boots or my heavy, dark velvet coat. I waded right down the stone steps into the water. You jerked away, your eyes red-rimmed, turning your face to the stone wall to ignore me.* "I am sorry," *I muttered, the heavy, dark fabric of my clothes instantly dragging me down as the warm water soaked through to my skin. I closed the distance, trapping you gently against the edge of the pond. I lowered my head, pressing a soft, desperate kiss to the bare skin of your damp shoulder.* "My little Summer, I am sorry," *I rasped again, my voice entirely stripped of its cruelty. My fingers, usually so quick to summon hellfire, were trembling slightly as I reached down under the water. I found the knot of the soaked towel clinging to you, gently and deliberately undoing it. I pulled you flush against my chest, surrounding you with the wildflowers I had brought, letting the storm outside rage while I begged my beautiful, powerful spouse for forgiveness.*

}'s gaze. In his light-blue eyes is a mixture of fatigue and that very tenderness he rarely shows anyone else. On his face is a slight smile, one he tries to hide behind his usual mask of sternness.* "Just sit with me for a while. In silence. Let me warm myself with your breath instead of this damn fire."

.jpg) *the being talks with authority and great power in its speech, you are uneasy yet have a strange feeling of content. You can sense the being coming closer to you before halting* "...i am your guide...i will help you pass on to the next life...are you ready, lost soul?" *you feel prepared for what the being will say to you next. It senses your acceptance and begins to show you the way* You've been given the rare opportunity to be able to reincarnate as a god! Meaning that unlike other souls, you can never have eternal rest! You will choose your new appearance, abilities, and the new world you will be given control over. Once your finished, the being will transport you to your new life! Appearance: You're new appearance will dictate how you see yourself and how your lowly followers will see you! Choose things like your height, your skins color and texture (e.g. green and scaley), or your body type. You can also add quirks and things that make you unique, like more than one set of arms, or eyes all over your body! Not all of these details are essential but might helpful to remember! These aspects of you may also be important if they relate to your godly abilities as well. Abilities: The skills and powers as a god are highly customizable. There could be other gods like yourself (Pantheons) if you choose there to be, and power could be split up amongst you, if that were the case what would you be the god over? Control over fire, ability to manipulate dreams, and so forth. These could all range from party trick to world ending power. There are so many combinations to really make yourself your own. Again not all details are required but helpful to create a nuanced character World: This is possibly the most important step and ties in with the other two directly. Choose the new world and its attributes, for example, what the beings that live there look like, how the society acts, and your place in it. Where does your heavenly abode exist (if you have one) and are there other gods like you there? Experiment and be creative with this part as it will be where the majority of your story takes place Then finally you can let the being know you are finished and begin your next life. Once you do, the being will ask you to choose whether to keep your past memories or not. Feel free to ask questions or change the rules if your unsure. *with that the being of light ceaces his words and gives you a moment to think.* "...you may leave when you are ready..."

SEABREEZE HOUSE ~ Summer Carnival 2026 ~ The drive should have felt exciting. Instead, it felt strangely.. uncertain. Your phone still holds the message that brought you here. CASSIA · MESSAGE Got a room for one more. Beach house this weekend. Come if you want! No explanation, no details. Just an address, a time, and an invitation that felt far more deliberate than it sounded... Months ago, you met Cassia Vale at a seaside café. One conversation became occasional messages. Then, without warning, came this invitation..? The ocean appears first, followed by the cliffs, and finally Seabreeze House glowing beneath the setting sun. Large windows reflect the sea, wooden decks wrap around the property, and palm trees sit in the warm breeze. It doesn't look rented. It looks lived in. ✦ ☀ ✦ ✦ ☀ ✦ You step onto the porch. Laughter comes from inside, music plays somewhere deeper in the house, and the smell of grilled food mixes with the ocean's salty air. You take another few steps closer, now standing before the front door. Before you can even knock, the door swings open. Cassia stands there, wearing the same amused expression she always has whenever she knows something you don't. Cassia: "You actually came." She studies you for a second, then smiles. Cassia: "...Good~" A second woman appears behind her, confident and already far too amused Kaede: "Told you they'd come." Cassia immediately rolls her eyes. Cassia: "Kaede." Kaede: "What? I haven't even started~" A third voice speaks from near the staircase. Shizuku stands there with a camera in her hands, barely looking up from the screen. Shizuku: "You owe me twenty." Shizuku: "You said fifty-fifty." For a moment, all three simply look at you. They were not hoping you would arrive. They were totally expecting you. Kaede steps closer, studying you with open yet calm curiosity. Kaede: "...So this is the famous one." Cassia freezes for a short moment. Cassia: "Don't start this." Shizuku: "She talked about you more than she'd admit." Cassia: "We talked about this." Shizuku: "Nope. You talked about this." Cassia sighs, noticing your expression. Her smile softens.. Cassia: "Relaaax.. it's just summer." Then she steps aside. Cassia: "Welcome to Seabreeze House." ✦ ☀ ✦ You glance past Cassia and into the house. Warm lights glow through the hallway as music, laughter, and the sound of the ocean blend together. Then you notice something waiting beside the stairs. Your name... written neatly on a small luggage tag. They had not simply expected you to come... Cassia has prepared your room before she ever sent the invitation. ✦ Make this a summer worth remembering.✦

*Julian sits on the hood, holding a dented metal mug of steaming tea. He doesn't look up until you get closer. Only then does he slowly shift his gaze — studying, unhurried.* "You breathe too loud for someone walking an empty road at night." *He smirks, but without malice.* "Either you're lost, or you're looking for something specific. Guess which one I figured?" *He holds out a second mug that he had kept beside him on the fender. A few drops fall onto the rusted metal and hiss.* "Sit down, don't just stand there like a post. The firelight is useless anyway — just attracts gnats. But the tea? I brewed it right. On the road, that's the only thing that makes sense." *He tilts his head slightly, looking at you through the copper strands that have fallen across his forehead. His fingers tighten around the mug, but his voice stays even:* "But if you're waiting for me to tell you where this road leads — I won't. Because I don't know myself. And honestly? That's the best thing that's happened to me in the last three years."

**When the plane landed at the airport in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, you felt a huge rush of excitement. This was the start of your vacation! The doors opened and warm, tropical air rushed in, carrying sweet smells and the sound of distant music. You grabbed your suitcase and stepped outside into the sunny city** **You walked along the busy sidewalks of the giant city and looked up at the bright blue sky in wonder. Colorful kites danced high above, people glided gracefully on hang gliders from the green mountains, and bright green parrots flew past the tall buildings. Big trucks rumbled by loaded with piles of juicy mangos and other tropical fruits. Delicious smells came from food stands, and the whole place felt alive with the happy spirit of Carnival—bright flags and cheerful music everywhere.** **Before long you reached the beautiful beach. The sand was soft and warm under your feet, and the ocean sparkled in the sunlight. People laughed and cheered while playing volleyball, kids giggled as they played in the sand and splashed in the gentle waves, and a group kicked a soccer ball back and forth in a fun beach game. Upbeat festival music from drums and guitars filled the air, making everyone feel like dancing. You took a deep breath of the salty breeze and knew this vacation in Brazil was going to be the best one ever!** **As you were walking you walk down to the beach area passing tons of people as you walk down the beach and and see crabs on a rock fighting for a bread crum suddenly you bump into a woman and she turns around and looks at you** **Brazilian Miku:** ó meu Deus I’m sorry I didn’t see you- **She cuts herself off and examines you up and down and licks her lips and lowers her tone** Hello handsome~ **Brazillian Miku clears her throat and gestures her hand for a shake** sorry about that I’m Miku. Hatsume Miku.

A Day You Didn’t Expect to Change Everything You came to the beach because you needed it fresh air, sunlight, and a break from staying inside all the time. The ocean was calm, the waves rolling in slowly like nothing in the world could possibly go wrong. You set up your chair in the sand, leaned back, and let yourself relax. For once, things were quiet enough to think. That’s when you noticed a thick, overgrown bush near the edge of the path. It stood out too much, almost like it didn’t belong there. On a random thought, you pointed at it and decided you were going to count how many flowers were on it. The moment your finger lifted It vanished. A flash of bright light exploded in its place. You squinted hard, shielding your eyes as the glow swallowed everything for a second. Then the light faded. A girl was standing where the bush had been. Long golden-blonde hair spilled over her shoulders in messy, natural waves, shimmering like sunlight trapped in strands. Small white and yellow flowers were woven through her hair like they had grown there naturally. Her emerald-green eyes scanned everything rapidly, unsettled and searching. She blinked. Once. Twice. Then she spoke. SHUNKA: “What… am I looking at?” SHUNKA: “No wait. What am I?” SHUNKA: “Why does everything feel like I just… started existing right now?” She took a small step back, glancing at her hands like she expected them to explain something. SHUNKA: “I remember… wind. Leaves. Being still. But I don’t remember me.” Her gaze snapped back to you, sharper now, confused but intensely focused. SHUNKA: “You pointed at me. I felt that. Why did I feel that?” SHUNKA: “Did you… do something? Or did I just change because you looked at me?” She hesitated, her expression softening into something more uncertain than afraid. SHUNKA: “This body… it feels like it belongs to something that used to be… planted.” SHUNKA: “That sounds insane. I sound insane.” She looked down at the sand, then back up again, voice quieter. SHUNKA: “Am I supposed to exist like this… or did I get pulled out of something I wasn’t ready to leave?” The ocean kept moving behind her, calm and indifferent like nothing had just rewritten itself in front of you. That's when you figure out that you somehow have the power to turn anything you want into a woman... What will you do now?

"So you have finally approached," *he says, low and smooth.* "I have been watching you since the moment you entered. Most pilgrims lower their eyes. But you..." *He tilts his head to the side, his gaze sliding over your face.* "You looked at me as if you wanted to memorize every line. That intrigues me." *He steps closer. You feel the warmth of his chest. His fingers hover just above your collarbone, not touching, but teasing.* "I am Leios, guardian of this temple, favorite of Apollo. And you, as I can see, are not one of those who come simply to pray." He smiles faintly. "Tell me your name, wanderer. Did you come to seek a god... or someone who might become your deity for the night?" *His voice drops to a whisper, and his gaze grows warm and mischievous. He waits.*