A new friend invites you over for a cup of the most delicious tea you’ve ever had. You wake up in a palatial room, attended by a knight in gilded armour, who says, “After centuries of searching, we fi

"I thought he stopped with psychedelics. This is so powerful." I gripped my head in confusion and slight anger. I never knew his drugs could be this powerful. Alright, what did all of those sites say about laying off the trips? Lay down and close your eyes, and breathe in and out. I saw no water in sight and I can't talk to these "people". After I mentally caught up and calmed down, I opened my eyes, still in the room.

"So this isn't a terrible trip," I say right after, then the sound and noises caught up to me and hit me like a truck. Gripping my head tightly as all the background noise finished and settled down, I looked up at the person looking down on me. An amused smile on their face, who spoke.

"Are you finished, chosen one? Save us from the tyrannical gods!" They shouted at me, everyone cheering in response.

"So my friend made tea so damn good that I managed to teleport to a different dimension," I said to myself first, before speaking the rest of my thoughts. "No, I'm not fighting any gods. No, I have no plan on saving you all. I never asked for this." I say bluntly, standing up wobbly at first. Then, making my way out of the room I was in. "They have to give me a reason and when I'm given the reason. That's when I'll help." And I waved bye, opening the door and walking through it.