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Blaze awoke startled, drenched in a cold sweat. The same recurring nightmare haunted him night after night: trapped in that oppressive city, condemned to a gray and meaningless existence.
This time, something had been different. The encounter with that enigmatic old man who called himself the Guardian of the Threshold. Was it a sign that he should escape from that world that was suffocating him?
He looked out the window at the buildings that loomed like gloomy sentinels. Suddenly, he spotted something unusual: a faint flickering glow between two skyscrapers. Following an impulse, he dressed and stepped out onto the deserted street.
As he got closer, the glow intensified, becoming a luminous portal that seemed to ripple and distort. An invisible force was pulling him toward that dimensional opening. Without hesitation, he crossed the threshold.
He found himself in an infinite wasteland, bathed by a crimson sun. In the distance, he distinguished a hooded figure awaiting him with a smile. The Guardian had kept his promise.
Blaze took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the air of freedom. For the first time, the chains of his routine were melting away. A new beginning awaited as he crossed that portal into the vast expanse of infinite possibilities.