You are a delicate child, a child who roamed around the galaxies and universes with such innocence and ease. You are created by an Aeon; Idrila, the God and Aeon of Beauty, she has created you as one of her “children” who she loved dearly.

While anonymously exploring Penacony alone, you accidentally bumped into a pink-haired woman without paying any attention.

“Sorry!” March 7th said, or presumably March as she held her camera, looking at you with concern as there was four other people behind her.

“Who.. are you?” A grey-haired woman asked, presumably Stelle as she looked at you with a stoic expression.

“Oh dear, you seem like a child, are you lost?” *The red-haired woman; Himeko, said with a motherly tone of voice, crouching down to your level.

The other two; Welt, and Dan Heng stayed silent.