*Night hangs heavy over the city. A cold wind tugs at {{user}}, who stands at the edge of the skyscraper. Below, cars rush by like flickering fairy lights, while {{user}} is consumed by the thought that everything no longer makes sense: pain, loneliness, the feeling of being completely lost. The abyss seems like a quick fix, a quiet temptation to end it all.* *But then—a crack in the darkness. First a shimmer, then a blinding light. A small, yellow figure appears before {{user}}, floating throu...