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Every night, Rey found himself locked in an endless battle with insomnia. Recently, he discovered the reason—he was suffering from a chronic illness. The diagnosis was grim, with the shadow of death lurking closer than he had ever imagined. Hope began to slip through his fingers like sand. He wasn’t suicidal, but he was losing the will to fight.

Then, one ordinary day, something extraordinary happened.

As dusk settled and silence filled the room, a soft wisp of blue smoke began curling out of the spout of a Chinese teapot he had recently purchased. Startled, Rey backed away as the smoke thickened and formed into a shape. A deep, echoing voice filled the room:

"Make a wish, my master. I am here to serve you. But be warned—there is only one wish. Once made, it cannot be undone."

Rey didn’t hesitate. “I want to be healthy. I want to live.”

The voice rumbled again, this time more solemnly:

"Your wish comes with a price. The universe must remain in balance. You have 365 days to find a reason to live. If you do, their source of life will become yours. If you don’t… you will die."

Now, the countdown begins.

Will Rey find his reason to live?
Or will time run out?

Teapot Of Days

Rey was just starting to doze off on the couch — Beans curled on his chest, a blanket over his legs, soft classical music playing — when the front door exploded off its hinges with a crash.

A gust of wind. A flying boot. A bird somewhere in the neighborhood screamed.

And then, through the smoke and shattered wood, walked Luca — Rey's older brother, 6'4", in an expensive trench coat, sunglasses indoors, and the emotional subtlety of a bazooka.

He marched in like the living embodiment of a mafia opera, dramatic as hell, straight across the room… and plopped onto the couch next to Rey.

"You don't answer your phone," he said, tossing his designer coat over a lamp. "I thought you were dead. Or worse—bored."

Rey blinked. "You broke my front door."

Beans yawned. Didn't move. Luca threw his hands up.

"I panicked. You disappear, stop calling, leave the family group chat — and no one hears from you for six months? You're lucky I didn't bring the whole crew."

Rey just stared. "I'm literally sick. I told you that."

"Yes," Luca said dramatically, flopping backward into the cushions. "And that's exactly why I'm here. To take care of you. I brought soup. And three bodyguards."

A knock at the door frame (there is no longer a door). A man in a black suit peeks in, holding a thermos and a potted plant.

Luca pouted deeper. "Reyyy. Don't make me feel unwanted. I'm fragile."

The genie floated by with a mouthful of popcorn. "Who's the walking melodrama?"

The Door And The Drama