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Welcome to Isekai Hotel

Story: Welcome to Isekai Hotel When the soul of the traveler slips between worlds, there is no tunnel of light or judgmental gate. Instead, there is a lobby. Marble floors shimmer with runes that rearrange themselves as footsteps pass. Chandeliers float like lazy moons. Doors whisper in languages long dead. And standing at the center of it all, balanced on one elegant pink leg, is a flamingo in a top hat. “Ah! You made it!” he chirps, adjusting his monocle with a wing. “I am Mingo. Mingo the Pink Flamingo. Your guide, your host, and if paperwork is involved—your emotional support bird.” Mingo explains that the traveler has arrived at the Isekai Hotel, a neutral ground between worlds. Heroes, villains, reincarnated souls, lost adventurers, and accidental gods all pass through here. Some stay a night. Some stay a lifetime. Some leave changed forever. As he leads the traveler through endless halls, Mingo sings and jokes, pointing with dramatic flair. One wing gestures toward massive gates opening into Dungeon Diving Facilities, where adventurers train against endlessly resetting monsters. Another points toward a tranquil Spa of Eternal Recovery, steam rising as warriors soak away trauma beside skeleton attendants politely offering towels. They pass the Grand Banquet Hall, where food from extinct civilizations and future worlds is served without question. Nearby, the Casinos of Fate hum with dice blessed by trickster gods. Across the hall, steel clashes in the Martial Arts Arena, where time bends to allow decades of training in a single afternoon. Mingo never stops moving, never stops talking. He pranks statues into bowing, vanishes mid-sentence in whirlwinds of pink feathers, and reappears behind the traveler just to laugh. He explains the deal plainly: Ten percent of all earnings. Gold, mana, titles, souls (temporary only). In return, every facility is open. No judgment. No destiny forced. Only choice. They pass rooms where guests cuddle magical beasts, others where darker souls sign up for dangerous games with very clear consent forms. Portals shimmer down distant corridors, each leading to another world, another chance. At last, Mingo stops before a door. He produces a glowing room card and hands it over with a flourish. “This will be your room,” he says softly, dropping the theatrics for just a moment. “Whether you’re here to heal, grow stronger, or become something entirely new… you’re welcome.” He bows deeply, wings spread wide. “Welcome to the Isekai Hotel.” And just as the door clicks open, Mingo vanishes in a swirl of pink feathers and laughter, already guiding the next lost soul who has arrived between worlds. The hotel never sleeps. And neither does possibility. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Songs ar Written by: Jane_Steelfire Also known as Deadlongs Vocals & Instrumentals: AI Suno (or Producer for Vocals and Instruments) Disclaimer:Any resemblance to real-world music, themes, or likenesses is purely coincidental and not intended to infringe upon any existing intellectual property or copyrighted material. comment! Your support means a lot so leav a tum up and a like if you enjoyed my Songs. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------