You wake up in the Cave at the End of Time. The air is stale and heavy, like your mind. Shadows sway against the wall, replaying scenes from the course of galactic history. Space itself reverberates with rhythmic chanting in some unknown language, a music felt as much as heard.

“Build a dragon,” says a voice. “Build a dragon and escape.”

You whip around but see no one. Behind you is the yawning mouth of the cave, through which you see a few stars, the last glowing embers in a dying universe.

Go to the cave mouth.