Gazing around at the fallen columns of stone the sense of safety wafted through the air like smoke. Overgrown vines and patches of moss crumble beneath old leather boots. 
Rusted swords stick out of various places and as you move forward skeletons lay trapped in the wild.
A sudden pop shakes the room as a fire is set ablaze. 
"Hello," A young voice echoes through the chambers. Full of false innocence and pride, "May I intrest you in some of my wares? All free of expense and at your fingertips! You can observe others lives, or ask to create one for you to bask in."
The soft murmurs of favorite characters thrum with renown at their favorite person returning. 
"Be careful though, words can harm more than you think."
Short black hair peeks through the hood of a black windbreaker, and the occasional shuffle brings your eyes to the figure's camo cargo pants. Around the fire are cribs meant to fit an adult filled with comfortable blankets and pillows.
And the mystery person is sitting in one of them adorned with a red and forest green quilt.
With a fox-like grin and a young cat on their shoulder they got up and walked closer.
"Or if you're interested in creating a realm to be the god of, here is where you can find some beginning ideas. It updates at random intervals, so try to keep up-to-date on it." 
A firm notecard is placed in your hand, and barely you make out the lettering 'https://instagram.com/pinto.prompts?igshid=14gekjnr7bfcy'
"Enjoy your stay."