It wasn’t delivered by postman or courier, but by something older, quieter—the kind of silence that slides under doors like mist.
When Elian found it in the morning, he nearly stepped on it. Just a thin parchment envelope, no stamp, no return address, his name scrawled across the front in deep black ink.
He slit it open with the edge of a butter knife, expecting junk mail, and found instead a single sentence, written in a hand that was not entirely human:
“There is a bookstore that sells worlds.”
THE INVITATION
Inside the envelope was a second slip of paper. On it, a single URL:
mortysbookstore.lemonsqueezy.com
No explanation. No branding.
Elian wasn’t even sure why he typed it in.
But when the page loaded, it didn’t feel like any bookstore he’d ever seen.
The banner didn’t sit there flat and cold—it moved. The letters glowed.
“EPIC FANTASY BOOKS FOR YOU.”
And beneath it, a whisper of a promise:
Digital bundles — ebook + audiobook — just $10.
But then a line appeared in smaller text, almost hidden, as if waiting for someone brave enough to see it:
“If you are not here by accident… welcome.”
A BOOKSTORE LIKE NO OTHER
Morty’s wasn’t a store in the way Amazon was a store.
It wasn’t shelves and prices. It wasn’t “Add to Cart” and “Thank you for your order.”
It was a summoning.
Every book cover shimmered—not flat images, but windows.
When Elian hovered over one, he swore he felt heat radiating from his laptop screen.
And then—whispers.
Barely audible.
Then louder.
“Take me. Open me. Step inside.”
Your turn to hear the whisper → CLICK HERE TO CLAIM YOUR FIRST WORLD
THE SECRET GUILD
Elian should have closed the tab.
But there it was:
AFFILIATES.
He clicked.
The screen changed. The friendly bookstore mask fell away.
In its place—a manifesto.
“We sell worlds. But some of us do more. Some of us open doors for others.”
Then came the offer.
50% COMMISSION on every sale.
Ten-dollar bundles. Five dollars per sale.
It sounded like a simple affiliate program—until the next line appeared, glowing like molten silver:
“This is not an affiliate program. This is a calling.”
Join the Guild → BECOME AN AFFILIATE, CLAIM YOUR LINK
THE HUNGER RETURNS
Elian couldn’t sleep.
The words wouldn’t leave him.
The promise wouldn’t leave him.
He remembered the books he once loved—books that made him believe again. Books that made his life feel like it could mean something.
Morty’s Book Store wasn’t selling books.
It was selling that feeling back to him.
He woke at 3:00 a.m.
His laptop was glowing.
The site was different now.
New banner. New words.
“THE DOOR IS OPEN. STEP THROUGH.”
The door is open for you too → STEP INTO MORTY’S BOOK STORE NOW
THE FIRST BOOK
He clicked “Buy.”
It was almost instinct—like breathing.
Ten dollars gone.
But something arrived.
The download wasn’t just a file.
It was a key.
When he opened the ebook, the room changed.
Not lights-out darkness—but a shift, like someone had peeled away the walls and replaced them with something… other.
For one impossible second—
Elian was not Elian.
He was standing on a cliff, wind tearing at his cloak, sword in hand, staring down a black-winged shadow that blotted out the sun.
Your first key is waiting → CLAIM YOUR BOOK, CLAIM YOUR WORLD
WORLD AFTER WORLD
The next night, he bought another.
And another.
Each one opened a door.
One plunged him into a city of silver towers.
Another dragged him into a swamp where voices whispered from beneath black water.
By the seventh book, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to come back.
THE GUILD SPEAKS
But that “Affiliate” tab kept glowing.
Every night, brighter.
Until one night, the whispers changed.
This time—they weren’t the books.
They were voices of others.
Affiliates.
The Guild.
A secret order—not of sellers, but summoners.
Every sale isn’t just $5 in your account. It’s another soul pulled into the worlds.
Ready to become a Summoner? → JOIN THE GUILD NOW
THE TEMPTATION
Elian signed up.
It was too easy.
One click.
One link.
Now he was holding the key.
At first, he just shared the link on forums.
But then—the messages started.
“I don’t know what you showed me… but I can’t stop reading.”
“I feel like I’m living in the books. Thank you.”
Some were grateful. Some were afraid.
All of them were bought.
And the money began rolling in.
Every time someone buys through your link, you earn.
Every time you earn, another door opens.
Your link is waiting → BECOME AN AFFILIATE NOW
THE CHOICE
Weeks passed.
Elian’s life changed.
The bills were paid.
The hollow ache faded.
But the whispers grew louder.
Sometimes, when he stared too long at his dashboard, the numbers blurred—
And he swore he saw faces.
One night, the Guild sent him one last message.
“You’ve done well. But now, you choose.”
THE DOOR
The next morning—
Another envelope.
Same ink.
Same tug.
Inside:
“Come through. Or stop here.”
Some stop here. Some go further. Where will you go? → STEP THROUGH THE DOOR
THE ENDING (OR THE BEGINNING)
Elian didn’t pack a bag.
He didn’t say goodbye.
He didn’t need to.
He opened his laptop.
The Morty’s homepage was different again.
No books.
No affiliate tab.
Just… a door.
Pulsing.
Alive.
He touched the screen—
—and felt wood grain under his fingertips.
He turned the handle.
The world swallowed him whole.
EPILOGUE: THE WHISPER
Somewhere, in another gray apartment, another dreamer will find a letter under their door.
A parchment envelope.
Black ink.
No stamp.
Inside, a single sentence:
“There is a bookstore that sells worlds.”
And when they type that strange URL into their browser… will they stop? Or will they step through?
The door is open now. Will you walk through it? → MORTY’S BOOK STORE