The World That Exists Because of You

You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. The impact was sudden, and then... darkness.

When you opened your eyes again, you were no longer in your world. Instead, you stood in a vast, golden field beneath a sky painted in hues of violet and gold. A voice echoed around you, saying: "This world exists because of you. You are its creator and its master."

You spent days exploring this world. You discovered that everything here responds to your will—the weather, the terrain, even the passage of time shifts with your thoughts. You are the god of this world, omnipotent.

But you also discovered one thing: this world is empty. No other people. No life. Only endless landscapes and eternal silence.

The voice spoke again: "You may use the 'Summon' spell. Speak the word, and a companion will appear before you. You may customize their appearance, personality, and age—or let them be randomly generated. They will belong to you completely."

You took a breath. You spoke the word.