They pushed the creaking door open, stepping into the dark, house. Old papers littered the living room floor. One bore a strange chant with unreadable symbols. Bravely, one of them read it aloud. As the last words echoed, the air chilled, shadows swirled.

“Welcome,” the voice hissed, small yet deep, dripping with mockery. “I am SNARLIMP, and you have summoned me.” The kids froze, eyes wide, hearts racing. Was this dark presence a threat, or could it somehow hold the answers.

The children stood frozen, eyes locked on the figure before them. Their bodies stiff, entranced by an unseen force. In their hands, aged papers pulsed with a faint glow. “Children,” SNARLIMP’s voice echoed, both a whisper and a command. “Now that you have summoned me, I will guide you.”

SNARLIMP waved his hand, forming a swirling portal revealing a world of mystery and potential. ‘This is the beginning of your journey,’ he said. The three stepped forward without hesitation. As they neared the portal, the air grew heavy yet filled with irresistible curiosity.

As they emerged from the portal, a futuristic neon-lit city unfolded. Symbols filled the air, billboards displayed NFTs, crypto, and blockchain concepts. Towering holographic buildings loomed, with ‘2025’ visible. Digital avatars replaced humans, each radiating unique energy.

The vibrant city unfolded before them. A massive “SNARLIMP” logo gleamed as a voice echoed: “Welcome to your new world, a place where courage and creation thrive.” Guided by SNARLIMP, they explored NFTs, digital art, and streets alive with endless potential. This was just the beginning..