Shipwreck off Chiapas

You are part of a team of explorers visiting the Tomb of Pakal, the great Maya ruler of Palenque. A supernatural force triggers a cave-in and seals you inside. You are no longer an explorer: you are a prisoner in the suffocating darkness of the vault.

Beside you, a tomb raider turns out to be the one who caused the accident: her greed set off one of the ancient traps. From the millennial darkness, the Spirit of the Maya Priest awakens and issues a decree: the underworld does not return what it swallows unless the intruders prove themselves worthy of the light.

Your only salvation is the spirit's trial: a ritual banquet waiting before you. The prophecy says that to move the stone and open the way, you must first align the cosmos. Without sight, only your palate can track down the “five suns” hidden among the textures of your dishes.

Each time your senses confirm a sacred sphere, your table must act as one ritual body: raising your glasses, you will strike the crystal and perfectly reproduce the ancestral rhythm you were taught before crossing the threshold. That exact cadence is the acoustic key that turns the gears of the pyramid. If memory fails, if the rhythm breaks or you mistake an illusion for a sun, the stone mechanism will lock forever, and your last breath will become Pakal's newest offering.

Tons of solid rock have sealed the only exit of the silver mine —the kind that made colonial Mexico one of the richest places on earth— raising a cloud of dust that blinds you completely. The carbide lamps have flickered out, leaving you buried alive in the belly of the earth.

Beside you is a trapped miner, his hands torn from digging at the stone. But in the depths of this vein, the real terror is not the lack of air: whispering from the cracks, with a ghostly, icy echo that seems to bounce inside your own mind, waits an unknown entity.

Survival in this abyss will not depend on strength, but on fairness. In total darkness, the entity will test the survivors' morals by handing them scarce rations in deceptively irregular shapes. Your mission is to ration life: turned into human scales, you must feel and weigh each piece blindly and debate how to split the loot into mathematically equal parts for everyone at the table.

But the mountain sees everything. At the climax of the test, a sudden, violent flash of red emergency lights will flood the room for a second and reveal the truth about your plates. If the hosts discover that fear or selfishness won someone over and they took a bigger share, mercy is over: the entity will unleash its punishment on the greedy and force them to drink a deadly sip.

The line between the world you know and the afterlife has faded. You have crossed the veil, but your soul has lost its way in the shadows of the underworld.

From the darkness rises an imposing presence: Mictecacíhuatl, the Lady of the Dead. Tonight, in her kingdom, nothing is granted without a test. Beside her lurks an elusive figure: the Xoloitzcuintle, the sacred dog who has taken human form tonight to judge your steps.

Tonight you are not a simple guest: you are a spirit trying to find its way home. For the doors of the world of the living to open again, you must prove that your essence still remembers what it means to be alive.

Immersed in darkness, you will rebuild by touch the ofrenda —the Day of the Dead altar offering— that connects you to life. Guided only by your hands and working with your table, you must assemble the offering that best pleases the gods, all while eating the dishes Mictecacíhuatl has left to enlighten you.

If your senses betray you and the offering does not satisfy the goddess, the doors will close and you will become an eternal guest at her banquet. Are you ready to cross the threshold?