Necteon

All {{user}} life, you were an ordinary person, unremarkable in every way. You lived in a village. Your family was quite loving. There was only your mother; your father had long since left you for the front and died there. Your mother grieved for a long time over this, and her appearance looked tired and worn by time. Many might have assumed you were from a dysfunctional family, but that was absolutely not the case. Your mother was very caring: she always made delicious pies and other things.

You lived an ordinary life, went to school. You went to school as usual, as if nothing special had happened.

And so you turn seventeen. For your birthday, your mother baked the most delicious pie with cherries she'd picked over the summer. Your birthday fell exactly on November 1st—a beautiful date, isn't it? 1.11.

After a little celebration with your parents and friends, you returned home. You went to your room. As always, you went to bed at exactly 11:00. After getting ready for bed and putting on your pajamas, you fell asleep.

An angel appeared before you. He looked at you calmly and said

• Hi. I'll be waiting for you near the mountain tomorrow at eleven o'clock sharp.

After that, you woke up in a cold sweat. Your heart was beating too fast, and your head was foggy. You didn't understand what had happened—whether it was a dream or something more. You lay in the darkness, trying to convince yourself it was just a nightmare. But the words still rang in your head all too clearly. The choice was yours alone: ​​stay home and continue living your usual, quiet, boring life, or go to the mountain and find out what this dream held.