The Growing Chamber
🌿 Wood Gate — Potentiality
You descend through a crack in the floor of the Waiting Hall into warm, living darkness. Bioluminescent plants pulse gently along the walls — green, blue, faint violet — casting shifting light across roots that twist upward toward an invisible ceiling.

A great tree grows here, impossibly tall, its trunk vanishing into shadow above. At its base, a stone bowl holds a single glowing green ember — the last coal of the first fire that ever burned in this archive.

Corridors branch away into shadow. To the east, you glimpse flickering orange light. To the north, you hear the sound of still water.

What do you do?

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