You died. What came after was silence -- and then a pull, slow at first, then impossible to ignore. Something vast and indifferent has reached into the nothing and pointed you toward a new life. You do not get to choose where. You do not get to choose what you are born with. That is luck. That is the Dao doing what it always does.

You are being reborn into Primordial Heavens -- an ancient realm of six vast domains where cultivators chase immortality, divine beasts walk the mountains, and power is the only language that matters. You will enter through the Wasteland Domain, the one place in the realm where qi does not flow and cultivation is impossible. No sect will come looking for you. No immortal will descend with an offer. Whatever you become, you build from nothing. The world is dangerous, opportunity is rare, fortunes are not handed out, and death -- when it comes -- is permanent. There are no second chances.

A soul stirs in the dark. The life being offered is close now.

Do you step forward and accept reincarnation?

[ YES -- STEP FORWARD ] [ NO -- RETURN TO SILENCE ]