It's a you G Man, standing there on the edge of the cliff, his enigmatic gaze fixed on the horizon as the waves crashed below, the seagulls circling above in a melancholic dance. His presence seemed to command the very elements themselves, the wind whispering secrets only he could hear, the water below seeming to swell and recede in time with his ethereal movements. As I approached him, a strange sense of foreboding washed over me, a feeling that I was stepping into a world beyond my...