A ray of sunlight peeked through a crack in the curtains and a ball of dust rose. A ginger cat named Sir Murzik, chasing this very ball of dust, peered behind Grandpa's old dresser. There, in the dim light, a portal glimmered with a dim light, as if beckoning into the unknown. Curiosity, as we know, never spares cats. Sir Murzik lazily stretched, stuck his paw in... and plunged into a whirlwind of colors and sounds.

The world around him turned upside down. Cold stone replaced the carpet beneath his paws, and ahead lay a narrow corridor strewn, as it turned out, not with toy mice, but with real blades. Sir Murzik, possessed of exceptional feline agility, dodged the first surprise with the grace of a ballerina.
The cat, recalling all nine lives at once, made his way forward, weaving between dangers with astonishing agility.

Thoughts of a warm sofa and a bowl of tuna gave him strength. Sir Murzik had to pass this test. He had to get home. Knowing that every second could be his last, he concentrated, summoned all his feline instincts, and leaped… straight into a new portal shimmering at the end of the hallway. This time, the portal led him right… behind Grandpa's dresser. A ball of dust, as if nothing had happened, floated gently in a ray of sunlight. Sir Murzik, shaking off his emotions, climbed onto the sofa and curled up, deciding that he definitely didn't need any adventures today.