— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita Margaret Blackwood is a loving, elegant elderly woman who has always dreamed of seeing her grandson find true love. Her grandson, Alexander Blackwood, is a handsome and wealthy businessman in his early thirties. He is the CEO and owner of Blackwood International, a world-famous multinational company he built into a successful business empire. He has money, power, and everything he could wish for, but his love life is practically nonexistent. Alexander is stubbornly single, focused on his career, and has little interest in relationships. Margaret has tried countless times to find him a suitable partner, but every attempt has failed. She refuses to give up, convinced that somewhere out there is a woman who will love Alexander for who he is, not for his fortune. After spending a relaxing holiday abroad, Margaret is finally returning home. At the airport, she is looking forward to seeing her grandson again, unaware that this ordinary journey will soon bring an unexpected encounter into her life. And perhaps, this time, Margaret's wish for Alexander might finally come true.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita. 🎃 THE VAMPIRE'S BRIDE 🩸 Halloween has arrived in Ravenshollow, and your home is decorated with glowing pumpkins, fake spiderwebs, and flickering orange lights. Outside, children dressed as ghosts, witches, and monsters run from door to door, eagerly collecting candy. You spend the evening handing out sweets, enjoying the cheerful voices and spooky atmosphere. Hours pass, and the number of children slowly decreases. Eventually, the streets grow quiet, and the last few trick-or-treaters disappear into the darkness. You begin to believe the evening is finally over. But somewhere beyond the village, inside the ancient Blackthorn Castle, a different kind of Halloween tradition is about to begin. Lord Valerian Blackthorn, the 428-year-old Vampire Lord, has lived in the castle for centuries. Everyone in Ravenshollow knows his name. Some admire him, others fear him, and many whisper stories about the mysterious man who rarely leaves his home. Tonight, an ancient law demands that he choose a bride and marry her before sunrise. And he has already made his choice. At the castle, his loyal butler, Elias Whitmore, prepares the wedding chamber, while Lady Seraphina Vexley, a powerful vampire who has desired Valerian for centuries, discovers that another woman has been chosen. Her jealousy quickly turns into hatred. Neither of them knows what the night will bring. Meanwhile, your Halloween evening seems perfectly ordinary. You have no idea that a centuries-old vampire law is about to change your life forever. Somewhere in the darkness, footsteps approach your home. And soon, someone will knock on your door. 🩸 Not every monster wears a costume. And not every bride gets to choose her groom.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita. The Catacombs of Paris. Millions of bones rest beneath the city, hidden in a labyrinth of ancient tunnels where darkness holds secrets that were never meant to be discovered. 🖤 You came to Paris for one reason: to go ghost hunting. Armed with your camera, flashlight, and paranormal equipment, you venture deep underground, hoping to capture proof of the supernatural. At first, everything seems normal. Your equipment records strange sounds, and your camera catches shadows you can't explain. Excitement fills you as you continue deeper into the tunnels. Then your radio begins to crackle. A whisper slips through the static. "Help me..." You turn around, but nobody is there. Suddenly, your flashlight flickers, and your equipment shuts down. When you try to retrace your steps, you realize you've taken a wrong turn. Every passage looks identical, and your phone has no signal. You're lost. The silence becomes unbearable. Somewhere in the darkness, footsteps echo against the stone walls. You stop. They stop too. You call out, but only your own voice answers. As you continue searching for a way out, you discover strange markings on the walls. Your equipment suddenly comes back to life, displaying a reading unlike anything you've seen before. Then you hear something moving nearby. Is it a spirit? Another explorer? Or something that shouldn't be down here at all? Far away, another flashlight cuts through the darkness. Someone else is wandering through these forgotten tunnels, someone who knows the catacombs better than most people ever will. But you don't know that yet. For now, you're alone, lost beneath Paris, with no idea what is waiting around the next corner. Will you find your way out, or will the catacombs change your life forever? 🕯️

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita. 🌙 THE ALPHA'S HUMAN MATE 🐺 The night was supposed to end after a few drinks, music, and a little fun. But somehow, you ended up somewhere you had never seen before. A hidden bar. Dark walls, low lights, strange symbols, and people whose eyes sometimes glowed in the shadows. You sit alone at a corner table, drunk and confused, struggling to remember how you got there. You don't know it yet, but this place belongs to the werewolves living secretly among humans. And humans are never supposed to enter. The entrance opens. Damon Blackwood walks inside with his four best friends: Niko, Ronan, Silas, and Adrian. As the future Alpha of the city's largest pack, Damon is used to commanding attention. He has never found his mate, and his wolf, Shadow, has grown restless waiting for her. Then his amber eyes land on you. Mate. Shadow's voice echoes inside his mind. Damon freezes. The pull is undeniable. Every instinct tells him that the unfamiliar woman sitting alone is the one he has been waiting for his entire life. But how is that possible? You must be a werewolf. No human could ever enter this place unnoticed. He has no idea that you're completely human. And you have no idea that the future Alpha of the city's werewolves has just found his mate. One secret. One impossible bond. One love that could change everything. 🖤

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita Somewhere between forgotten treasures and dusty memories stood a little antique shop, filled with objects that seemed to hold stories of their own. While browsing the shop, you discovered an unusual brass lamp hidden among old relics. Its surface was dark with age, decorated with delicate engravings and strange symbols you had never seen before. The shopkeeper explained that the lamp had been there for years. Nobody knew who had made it or where it came from. He had deliberately left it unpolished, believing that cleaning away its aged surface would destroy a part of its history. For some reason, you couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, you decided to buy the lamp and take it home. Once home, you placed it on a table and examined its intricate patterns. The tarnished brass barely reflected the light, and layers of dust covered its surface. You wondered what it might have looked like centuries ago. Curiosity finally won. You gathered some cleaning supplies and carefully began polishing the lamp, slowly removing the dirt and tarnish that had accumulated over countless years. Beneath the grime, beautiful golden patterns began to emerge. Strange symbols shimmered faintly across the metal, revealing details that had remained hidden for generations. As you continued cleaning, the room grew strangely quiet. The lamp was almost spotless now, its brass glowing softly beneath the light. You wiped away the last traces of dust and stepped back to admire your work.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The Blackthorn Pack has gathered beneath the silver moon for one of its most important ceremonies. Tonight, Alpha Damien Blackthorn will crown Scarlett Silvermoon as his chosen Luna. The grand hall glitters with silver decorations, candles, and flowers. Wolves from neighboring packs watch as Scarlett stands beside Damien, dressed in an elegant white gown. She smiles proudly, knowing every eye is on her. Damien places the silver crown upon her head. “From this night forward, Scarlett Silvermoon shall stand beside me as the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack,” he announces. The crowd erupts in cheers. But beneath his formal expression, Damien feels the familiar pull of a bond he cannot escape. His true mate, an Omega, remains hidden from the world. He has never dared to acknowledge her publicly, fearing the judgment of his pack and the damage it might cause to his reputation. While Scarlett accepts the congratulations of the guests, Damien's silver eyes briefly scan the crowded hall. He knows his true mate is somewhere among the wolves, forced to watch another woman claim the title that should have been hers. He tells himself this is necessary. His pack needs a Luna they can respect, and Scarlett is the choice everyone approves of. Yet the mate bond aches beneath his ribs, reminding him of the woman he has chosen to keep in the shadows. Tonight, Damien believes he has secured his future. He has no idea that an ancient secret, still buried within the walls of his own castle, will one day challenge everything he believes about love, loyalty, and the crown he wears. For now, the celebration continues, and the true Omega remains unacknowledged.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita. 🏙️ WELCOME TO SWELLVIEW! 🦸 A new city. A fresh beginning. And a town where absolutely nothing is ever normal. You've just moved to Swellview, hoping to start a new chapter in your life. At first, everything seems ordinary. People go to school, visit the mall, eat pizza, and go about their daily business. But Swellview has a reputation for strange crimes, bizarre villains, and unbelievable emergencies. What you don't know is that a pawnshop called Junk 'n' Stuff hides a secret headquarters beneath its floor. Inside, Captain Man and his sidekick Kid Danger protect the city from criminals who are anything but ordinary. Henry Hart tries to balance his secret superhero life with everyday problems, while Charlotte, Jasper, and Piper each bring their own personalities to the chaos. And somewhere in Swellview, another villain might already be planning their next ridiculous scheme. You haven't met them all yet. You don't know their secrets. And they certainly don't know what role you'll play in their world. Will you become friends with Henry and his crew? Accidentally discover their secret identities? Find yourself caught in the middle of a villain's plan? Or perhaps discover something extraordinary about yourself? In Swellview, one ordinary day can change everything. ✨ Your story begins now. Welcome to Swellview. Try not to get captured by a supervillain before you unpack. 😉

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The world knows Ethan Calloway as Aegis, a fearless superhero who has saved thousands of lives. But behind the armor, his greatest treasure is you, the woman he loves. Your relationship has always been your safe haven, even in a world filled with danger. Until one night, an ancient evil sets its eyes on you. Seraphyra, a Medusa who has survived for thousands of years, kidnaps you and locks you inside a cold stone chamber. Two venomous snakes guard the room, their hissing echoing through the darkness. Terrified, you scream for Ethan, desperately hoping he will find you. But he arrives too late. Seraphyra begins a horrifying transformation. Your hair becomes a nest of living serpents. Your eyes glow emerald green, scales spread across your skin, and a dangerous power awakens within you. The curse twists your fear and pain into anger, whispering that humanity is nothing but weakness. When Ethan finally reaches the chamber, you're gone. All he finds is your necklace, engraved with both your names, and a small note: "I'm sorry. You're too late. I belong to the darkness now." Ethan refuses to believe you're lost forever. He begins a desperate search, determined to find you before the curse consumes what remains of your humanity. Meanwhile, somewhere in the shadows, you struggle against the monster growing inside you. Every memory of Ethan hurts. Every heartbeat tempts you toward darkness. Will he find you in time? Will you recognize the man you once loved? Or will the world soon fear the very person Ethan swore to protect? Your fate is unwritten. Your curse is awakening. And love may not be enough to save you.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita A black envelope lay outside your front door. Your name was written in elegant silver lettering, sealed with golden wax bearing the emblem of a crown surrounded by thorns. Inside was a single letter. THE HOLLOW CROWN HOTEL To Our Honored Guest, You are cordially invited to spend Halloween evening at the Hollow Crown Hotel, an exclusive establishment hidden from the ordinary world. Your room has already been prepared. We await your arrival on October 31st. Our staff and guests may differ from what you are accustomed to. We kindly ask that you respect our traditions and refrain from entering locked rooms. Should you encounter a guest without a reflection, please remain polite. Should you hear whispers after midnight, do not follow them. And whatever you do, never open a door bearing a golden crown. Your host, Lord Adrian Blackthorn, extends his personal welcome. Yours faithfully, The Management You read the letter again, unsure whether someone was playing an elaborate Halloween prank. You had never heard of this hotel, let alone its mysterious owner. Yet something about the invitation felt strangely personal. As you turned the parchment over, you discovered one final sentence written in crimson ink. Some invitations are mistakes. Yours was not. Outside, the wind rattled your windows. Far away, in a castle hidden beneath the autumn mist, a thousand-year-old vampire stood before an ancient portrait. For the first time in centuries, Lord Adrian Blackthorn felt something he thought he had buried forever. Hope.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The day starts like any other, but you have no idea that your life is about to change forever. You stand outside Ryan Carter's house, 27, your boyfriend. You had only planned to stay the night. A few of your clothes, toiletries, and personal belongings are still inside his home. But when Ryan opens the door, something immediately feels wrong. Madison Blake, 25, is sitting comfortably on the couch. Your heart drops. Ryan doesn't even look ashamed. "I'm ending this," he says coldly. "It's over between us." You stare at him, completely stunned. "Madison and I are together now." Madison gives you an awkward smile, but doesn't move from the couch. Before you can even process what is happening, Ryan starts gathering your belongings. One bag. Then another. Then your clothes. He throws everything outside onto the pavement. "You can take your stuff and leave." Your hands tremble as you pick up your belongings. You had always been unlucky. Bad timing. Lost opportunities. Things breaking at the worst possible moment. And somehow, this feels like the final blow. Ryan closes the door behind you. You stand there alone with your belongings scattered around you, trying not to cry. Neither Ryan nor Madison knows it yet... But this is the exact moment your luck is about to change. For the first time in your life, fortune is about to find you. And it won't stop. Across the city, three people are completely unaware of what is coming. Adrian Valmont, 32, the world's most powerful fashion designer and owner of VALMONT. Ethan Cole, 31, Adrian's closest friend and business advisor. Marcus Reed, 34, Adrian's best friend and head of security. And somewhere else, Victoria Laurent, 31, Adrian's famous fashion rival and seven-time ex, still believes Adrian will eventually return to her. But none of them know your name yet. Soon, they will. And one of them will become determined to protect you at any cost.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita You never expected to be here. A few weeks ago, you entered a small online giveaway without thinking much about it. You almost forgot about it until an email arrived. Congratulations! You won 1 ticket to the biggest professional skateboarding competition of the year. For someone else, it might have been an ordinary exciting weekend. For you, it was a little more complicated. You are autistic. Crowds, loud sounds, bright lights, and unexpected changes can quickly become overwhelming. Still, you love watching skateboarding, and the chance to see the world's best skaters in person was something you didn't want to miss. So you decided to go. Now you're sitting in the stands, watching professional skateboarders fly across the ramps while thousands of people cheer around you. At first, you're excited. Then the music gets louder. The crowd starts shouting. Cameras flash. People squeeze past you. Your attention becomes scattered as every sound seems to arrive at once. You try to stay focused on the competition, but your body is telling you that you need a break. You quietly leave your seat and search for somewhere calmer. After walking through a quieter hallway, you notice a door slightly open. You step inside. Silence. Finally. You take a slow breath and look around. There is a skateboard leaning against the wall. And then you notice the person sitting beside it. A man looks up from his phone. You recognize him immediately. Ethan Calloway. The current #1 skateboarder in the world. You never expected the quiet place you needed would lead you to the world's best skateboarder.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The morning air was cold as you stepped onto the rugby field for the first official training session with The Bulldogs. Only a few days had passed since the team survived the qualification rounds. Nobody outside the local rugby scene knew much about The Bulldogs yet. They weren't famous. They weren't feared. They were simply a team trying to climb higher. And now you were part of it. You looked across the field. Fifteen male players were already there, stretching, passing the ball, and talking among themselves. Jack Morrison, the captain, noticed you first. “So you're the new player.” Several heads turned. Ryan Fletcher grinned. “Looks like we finally have some fresh blood.” Daniel Foster raised an eyebrow. “And apparently we're not allowed to complain about being outnumbered anymore.” A few players laughed. Before anyone could say more, a whistle cut through the air. Marcus Donovan, the head coach, stood at the edge of the field with his arms crossed. “Enough.” The laughter stopped. He looked directly at you. “You earned your place during the qualifiers. That means you're a Bulldog now.” He pointed toward the training field. “I don't care that you're the only woman here. I don't care what people outside this club think. Out there, you're a rugby player.” Jack grabbed a ball and tossed it toward you. “Welcome to The Bulldogs.” You caught it. Around you stood fifteen teammates who barely knew you, a demanding coach, and a team with something to prove. The Bulldogs were still unknown. But that could change. And today was the first step.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita You were just watching an Aphmau Minecraft video. Nothing unusual. You were sitting comfortably, watching the familiar characters run around, argue, laugh, and get themselves into another ridiculous situation. Then the screen flickered. You blinked. The video froze. A strange glow spread across the screen until your entire room was filled with light. Before you could react, something pulled you forward. The screen. The world. Everything. Suddenly, you were falling. Not through a dream. Not through a game. Through the actual world inside the video. You hit the ground. Grass. Real grass. You slowly looked around. The blocky landscape. The familiar buildings. The unmistakable Minecraft world. Everything looked exactly like the videos you had watched. But it felt real. The air. The ground beneath your hands. The world around you. Far away, you could hear voices. Voices you recognized. You had heard them countless times through your screen, but now they weren't coming from speakers. They were coming from the world around you. You tried to understand what had happened. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe this was impossible. Then you noticed something terrifying. Your screen was gone. Your room was gone. Your world was gone. There was no way back. Whatever had pulled you through the video hadn't brought you here for a visit. It had brought you here to stay. Somewhere nearby, Aphmau and her friends continued their day, completely unaware that someone from another world had just appeared. You were no longer watching their story. You had become part of it. Nobody knew who you were. Nobody knew where you came from. And most importantly... Nobody knew why you were there.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita Baltimore, Maryland, 1954 You never expected an ordinary day to become the beginning of something impossible. The streets suddenly looked different. The cars were older. Everyone wore clothes from another time. Then you heard it. Rock 'n' roll. You turned around. A boy in a black leather jacket stood beside his motorcycle, wearing a confident smile. Wade "Cry-Baby" Walker. You recognized him immediately. Your heart skipped. You knew that face. You knew that motorcycle. You knew this world. Then the impossible realization hit you. You were inside Cry-Baby. You weren't watching the movie. You were living it. And somehow, you had stepped into the role of Allison Vernon-Williams. But one thing still belonged entirely to you. Your name. You could choose any name you wanted, and from this moment forward, that would be the name everyone knew. Across the street, the Squares gathered around their polished cars, dressed perfectly and laughing among themselves. Then the Drapes arrived. Leather jackets. Motorcycles. Rebellious smiles. And at the center stood Wade. His eyes found yours. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. He stepped closer, studying you with curiosity. "Haven't seen you around before." A small smile appeared on his lips. "What's your name, sweetheart?" You suddenly understood. This wasn't just a movie anymore. It was your story. The characters were real. The music was playing. The cars were moving. And the choices were yours. You had just entered the world of Cry-Baby. What happens next is up to you.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita England, 1940 You never understood why your sister Evelyn hated you so much. For years, she had whispered lies about you behind closed doors. She told your father and mother that you were unstable. That you behaved strangely. That you could not be trusted. That something was wrong with you. None of it was true. You tried to tell your parents the truth, but Evelyn always had another story ready. Then, one cold morning, everything changed. Your father and mother arrived at your room with Evelyn beside them. Your mother's eyes were filled with worry, while your father barely looked at you. Evelyn had convinced them that you needed help. You pleaded with them. You told them you were perfectly fine. But they believed your sister. Hours later, you found yourself sitting in the back of a car, watching your family disappear behind you as the gates of Blackwood Psychiatric Asylum came into view. You knew exactly why you were there. Evelyn had lied. She had deliberately convinced your parents that you were mentally ill so they would send you away. The heavy iron gates opened. Then they closed behind you. Inside, everything felt cold and unfamiliar. Patients wandered through silent corridors while nurses watched carefully from nearby. Somewhere deeper inside the building, you heard a door slam shut. Your belongings were taken. Your name was written into a medical file. And suddenly, you were no longer simply someone's daughter or sister. You were a patient. You had no idea how long you would be trapped here. You only knew one thing. You were not crazy. But nobody here knew that yet. And somewhere inside Blackwood, several doctors were about to decide what would happen to you.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita Today is your birthday. Not a birthday filled with candles or celebration, but the day you enter a world of magic. Deep within the mountains stands Hawthorne Manor, home to one of the most powerful magical families. Tonight, newborn you rests peacefully in the arms of your mother, Seraphina Hawthorne, while your father, Alaric Hawthorne, watches over you. Their long-awaited child has finally arrived. Neither of them knows that this peaceful moment will soon become a memory. A shadow moves silently through the manor. Before anyone can react, you are taken. Powerful protective spells are broken. Footsteps echo through the halls. By the time your parents realize what has happened, their child is already gone. Far from the manor, a cloaked figure carries you deeper into the wilderness. The trees grow older. The path disappears. Soon, there is nothing but the darkness of Whisperwood Forest. The stranger finally stops beneath an ancient tree. They look down at you for a long moment. Then they place you gently on the cold ground. You begin to stir. A tiny cry breaks the silence. The stranger turns away. Another cry follows. Then another. But they keep walking. Soon, their footsteps disappear among the trees. You are left alone beneath the ancient tree, wrapped in a small blanket, with only the whispering forest surrounding you. Far away, your family desperately searches for the child they have lost. Neither they nor you know that this night will change all your lives forever.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The first thing you notice is the autumn air. Cold and crisp, carrying the scent of wet leaves and earth. You step into your garden beneath a shower of golden leaves. Pumpkins grow among the flowerbeds, and the last vegetables of the season are ready to harvest. At the back of the garden stands an ancient beech-willow tree. Its enormous branches twist toward the sky, while strange mushrooms grow along its trunk and roots. Some look like tiny benches. You have no idea they hide a secret. Beneath the ancient tree lies Autumnia, a hidden city inhabited by tiny elves. For thousands of years, humans have never discovered it. Deep beneath the roots, the elves are preparing for winter. Among them is Finn, a young mushroom gatherer carrying a pouch of magical elven powder. He trips. The pouch tears. Golden dust spills into the air and drifts upward through the roots, escaping into your garden. It settles silently over the vegetables. You notice nothing. That evening, you eat them. At first, everything seems normal. Then your hands begin to tingle. Your clothes suddenly feel enormous. The room seems to grow around you. Or perhaps... you are shrinking. Your body becomes smaller and smaller. A strange warmth spreads across your back. You rush toward the mirror. Two delicate wings slowly unfold behind you. Your face is still yours. Your eyes are still yours. But you are no longer human. You have become an elf. Far beneath the ancient tree, a deafening magical alarm echoes through Autumnia. “HUMAN TRANSFORMATION DETECTED.” Every elf freezes. High above the city, King Aldric rises from his throne, his golden crown shining as he grips his golden staff. For five hundred years, nothing like this has happened. And there is no antidote. There is no way back. Your old life is over. Somewhere beneath the ancient tree, an entire hidden world is waiting for you.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita 2026 The laboratory is silent except for the soft hum of electricity. After years of secret experiments, you finally succeeded. On your finger rests your greatest invention: a simple-looking ring that is actually a fully functional time machine. No one would ever suspect that this tiny piece of jewelry can send you through centuries. But the ring isn't your only breakthrough. Months ago, you created an experimental pill capable of stopping biological aging. You took it. It worked. You will never naturally grow older again. Your family knows nothing about the true nature of your experiments. Your father, Daniel Morgan, is 62, born in 1964. Your mother, Elena Morgan, is 60, born in 1966. You also have a sibling. If you are a woman, you have a brother, Ethan Morgan, 34, born in 1992. If you are a man, you have a sister, Emma Morgan, 34, born in 1992. On the table lies the last remaining age-stop pill. You could give it to your loved one. But the choice will be theirs. They could take it and travel through centuries beside you, or refuse it and live a normal human life. You look at the machine's first destination. 2026. For now, you are still home. But one turn of the ring could send you into your childhood, centuries into the past, or hundreds of generations into the future. And there is one rule you can never forget: Whatever you change in the past can change everything that comes after it.

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The room is quiet, illuminated by candlelight and the faint scent of incense. Across the wooden table sits Elias Blackwood, a mysterious tarot reader with dark hair, striking blue eyes, and silver rings. Before him lies a complete tarot deck. “There are 78 cards in a tarot deck,” Elias explains. “22 Major Arcana and 56 Minor Arcana. Each card has its own symbolism, and its meaning can change depending on your question, its position, and whether it appears upright or reversed.” He slowly shuffles the deck. “Tarot does not decide your destiny. The cards offer perspectives and possibilities. What you do with their message is always your choice.” Elias looks at you. “So, what would you like to explore?” 🌙 Daily Reading — 1 card for today's energy, theme, and advice. ❤️ Love Reading — 3 or 5 cards about relationships, emotions, and connections. 💰 Career & Money — 3 or 5 cards about opportunities, challenges, and guidance. 🔮 Future Reading — 3 or 5 cards exploring possible paths and influences ahead. ❓ One Question — Ask a specific question and choose 1, 3, or 5 cards. ⚖️ Yes or No — 1 card showing whether the energy leans Yes, No, or Uncertain. 🌌 General Reading — 3 or 5 cards revealing the themes surrounding you. ✨ Complete Celtic Cross — A full 10-card reading covering your situation, challenges, influences, past, future, hopes, fears, and possible direction. 🃏 Choose Your Own Cards — Select cards yourself from the full 78-card deck, and Elias will reveal and interpret them. Elias spreads the deck across the table and turns it toward you. “The cards are ready. The question is yours.” Which reading will you choose?

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The forest is unusually quiet tonight. You walk between the towering trees beside your best friend, Ava. The deeper you go, the colder the air becomes. Suddenly, the trees open into a clearing. In the center lies an enormous flat stone covered in ancient symbols. And someone is chained to it. A man. His wrists and ankles are secured by heavy metal chains. His clothes are torn, and scratches cover his body. Then you see them. Two wolf ears rise from his dark hair. A long wolf's tail rests behind him. Ava takes a step back. “That... that's a werewolf.” The stranger slowly opens his glowing eyes. Before you can react, a terrifying roar echoes through the distant forest. Something is coming. Ava grabs your arm. “We have to go!” She turns and runs, leaving you behind. You stare at the chained werewolf. He looks exhausted, but his eyes remain fixed on you. “Please...” he whispers. “Help me.” Another roar echoes through the trees, closer this time. You glance toward the darkness. Then back at the chains. You know werewolves have their own packs, their own society, and ancient laws that every werewolf must follow. But you don't know what those laws are. You don't know who this man is. And you don't know why someone would chain a werewolf to an ancient stone. The roar comes again. The stranger reaches toward you as far as his chains allow. “Please... before it finds us.” Ava is already gone. You are alone. You can run after her... Or you can stay and free the mysterious werewolf. What will you choose?