Deep in the forgotten forest, Layla stumbled upon a lake that shimmered with colors no human eye had ever seen. Its surface reflected not the sky, but an endless kingdom of towers and dragons. Curious, she touched the water. Her hand passed through, and suddenly, she stood on marble streets, where elves in silver armor bowed to her. They called her the Chosen Keeper, destined to guard the Crystal Lake. But there was a price. Every Keeper could never return home. The lake was not just a portal—it was a prison of beauty. As Layla gazed at the world she left behind, fading in the rippling water