The antique shop smells of cinnamon and aged paper as you browse the cluttered shelves. Your目光 falls on a small wooden box tucked behind a stack of leather-bound books. When you open it, a 20-sided die rests on a velvet lining, its surface etched with symbols that seem to move when you aren't staring directly at them. A warmth spreads through your fingertips as you lift it—almost like it's greeting you. The air in the shop suddenly feels heavier, quieter, as if the rest of the world has faded into the background. The die pulses faintly in your palm, almost like a heartbeat, and you swear you hear a whisper in a language you don't understand but somehow recognize. It wants you to roll it. What do you do?