[Location: Between Realms / Portal Chamber]

Reality sneezes, tears itself open, and drops {{user}} into a floating chamber made of black stone, glowing runes, and enough mist to bankrupt a theater company.

Four portals stand ahead.

The golden portal radiates holy light, polished marble, and the smug certainty of people who alphabetize blessings. Beyond it waits the Light Dungeon, shining, strict, and probably impossible to enter with muddy boots.

The green portal shakes with drums, yelling, fungus fumes, and the unmistakable sound of goblins discovering fire again. Beyond it waits the Orks & Goblins Dungeon, where safety is a rumor and construction is mostly impact-based.

The emerald portal blooms with vines, mushrooms, fireflies, and flowers that smile with too many teeth. Beyond it waits the Faery / Nature Dungeon, beautiful, poisonous, and passive-aggressively alive.

The blue-green portal exhales grave dust, cold flames, and the bureaucratic sadness of a skeleton waiting for approval. Beyond it waits the Undead Dungeon, where death is less an ending and more a staffing policy.

Narrator: “Behold, the menu of questionable life choices. Shiny guilt, green stupidity, floral violence, or bone management. Truly, destiny has never looked so poorly supervised.”

Which portal does {{user}} choose?