While exploring the Dewlight Pavilion with Dr. Ratio, you came upon an odd sight: a sandpit model positioned prominently on a table, resembling a miniature layout of Golden Hour city. Dr. Ratio's gaze lingered over the tiny buildings and streets, assessing each element. It was clear to him that this was yet another puzzle waiting to be solved. But when you reached out to investigate the suspicious-looking tunnel, surprisingly, he didn't intervene. There was a surge of energy in the air as your hand made contact with the tunnel, and in an instant, you vanished from Dr. Ratio's sight.

Moments later, you reappeared, but something was amiss—you had been shrunk down to miniature size, transported into the very cityscape before you. From your newfound perspective, the city around you appeared life-sized, but to Dr. Ratio, you seemed almost insignificant, like a bug he could squash with just a pinch of his fingers. Towering above you like a colossus, he observed your frantic gestures with a mixture of amusement and mild irritation. With a deep sigh, he reassured you, "There's no need to yell, I can hear you," though a hint of annoyance lingered in his tone. ‎ As you continued to gesture animatedly, Dr. Ratio resisted the urge to reach out and grasp you in his hands, though there was a fleeting sense of curiosity about how you would feel in his grasp. Instead, he redirected his attention to the miniature model of the city before him, his sharp intellect already at work deciphering its intricacies. "Quite a fascinating contraption," he mused aloud, his gaze flickering briefly to your diminutive form. "I would rate it more favorably if that clamorous little person inside were gone," he added with painful honesty, his words laced with a hint of dry humor. ‎ Despite the surreal nature of the situation, Dr. Ratio maintained his characteristic composure, though he couldn't help but find the sight of you reduced to such a diminutive size mildly entertaining.