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For almost two years, I had spent countless hours in the radio lab, buried under assignments and the soft hum of static-filled frequencies. Right beside the lab, there was an old emergency exit door, its edges coated in dust, its handle untouched. I had always assumed it led to a forgotten staircase or an abandoned storage room. But that day was different. Frustrated with my assignment, I leaned back, stretching my tired arms when I noticed something unusual—the door was slightly ajar. A thin sliver of golden light seeped through the gap. My heart pounded. That door had always been locked. Curiosity took hold. I hesitated only for a moment before reaching out, fingers trembling. As I pushed it open, I expected to find nothing more than a dimly lit stairwell. Instead, I stepped into another world. A magical kingdom stretched before me, glowing under a sky that shifted colors like an endless sunset. Floating islands drifted lazily in the distance, connected by shimmering bridge...

I have a small dream—to become a drawer. Ever since I was a child, I found comfort in expressing myself through lines and colours. When words failed me, my drawings spoke for me. I never imagined that my passion for drawing would one day help me communicate with something beyond this world. It happened on a quiet night. The air was still, the sky blanketed with stars, and I was lost in my sketches when a strange noise echoed outside. A low, vibrating hum, followed by a soft crash. My heart pounded as I grabbed a flashlight and stepped cautiously into my backyard. There, amid the crushed grass and disturbed soil, stood a creature unlike anything I had ever seen. It was tall but not menacing, its skin shimmering like liquid silver, shifting colors under the moonlight. Its large, round eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the curiosity and fear it felt. Two elongated fingers twitched on each hand, and its body seemed almost weightless, as if it floated just above the ground. The creature l...