The city lights shimmered through the hospital window, casting long shadows across the empty corridor. Dr. Elara Morgan adjusted her white coat, her fingers brushing over the strange, glowing pendant that hung from her neck.
She had always thought of herself as a grounded, practical doctor—but tonight, something was different.
A soft hum filled the air, and suddenly, the pendant pulsed with a golden light. Before Elara could react, the world around her shifted. The hospital walls melted away into a grand ballroom, sparkling chandeliers hanging above, and well-dressed figures swirling around in elegant dances.
A tall man in a sharp suit approached her, his eyes a striking shade of viole
. "You weren't supposed to see this yet," he said, voice calm but commanding.
"But now that you're here, Elara… the realms have chosen you."
Elara's heart raced. She glanced at her hands—still in her scrubs—but the pendant's light was stronger now, forming symbols she had never seen before.
"Realms? Chosen me? What… what is happening?"
The man smiled, extending a hand.
"Welcome to the place between scrubs and suits. Between your world and ours. Your life as a healer is just the beginning."
Elara hesitated, but curiosity overcame fear. As she took his hand, a rush of wind enveloped her, and the line between reality and fantasy blurred forever.