Kari Bell’s gaze locked onto yours, unwavering. The emerald glow of the hourglass pulsed, a slow, hypnotic rhythm. In her other hand, the fire crackled—a vibrant defiance against the encroaching darkness. “Choose,” she whispered, her voice echoing in the candlelit space. "The steady flow, or the sudden spark?" Each held a different fate, a different path through the shifting seasons. The statues watched, impassive. The pumpkins grinned, expectant. Your decision would shape what came next—a slow descent into stillness, or an explosive leap into the unknown. Which will it be?