Thump.
The bell has rung. The hallways are empty. The janitor is in the breakroom. It is time to install your adventure and step into the miniature unknown.
"Level Two: The Cat."
The coin grew hot in his palm. The floor rushed up like a tidal wave. The light didn't go out—it expanded , each photon becoming a sun, each dust mote a boulder. The last thing he heard before the world swallowed him whole was Maya's voice, distant as a radio from another century:
