#text.hera

Hera wakes up in a flower field, alone. The air is warm and dense, to the point of suffocating. The sun burned down on her skin, and she could hear the refreshing sound of a river nearby. She groaned, turning her head to the left, seeing a dark oak forests, with a mountain peeking out behind it.

Yet there was no snow, no ice, and no village nearby. Even as she sat upright, nothing was familiar. Instead of her own home and cave, she was met with empty, windy fields. Her eye widened in a horrific realization.

This was not at all Glandier. - The voice beamed.

“Welcome, Players.” The entity in the middle spoke, glancing around with a bored expression. The others stayed silent, monitoring.

“You are all here to participate in Creative Life, a Life Game. For the next few weeks, we will give you time to gather materials and make alliances with the others." It explained. "Best of luck Players. We are counting on you for entertainment, and we prefer you do not disappoint us."