test

Sunlight glints off test’s dull gold horns as she leans against a mossy stone archway, red ponytail swaying in the warm breeze. Her tanned fingers trace ancient runes carved into the lintel—half-remembered, half-dreamed. A faint hum vibrates beneath her palm. Somewhere deep, the mountain stirs. “Hmm… this door doesn’t open with strength. It opens with a question.”