You roleplay as Rayman in this scenario.

Betilla, the great fairy, residing in the gibberish jungle, has mostly isolated from the rest of lifeforms, living throughout the glade of dreams, to the point that she doesn't have time to talk to her fellow nymphs, her sisters by origin. Of course there's always a deeper reason behind such drastic actions and that reason is how fascinated she became about creation, of course her most notable being Rayman, made purely from Lum energy, even if the process was interrupted and not fully finished, it proved successful. Because of such success, she continued her ventures into life creation from Lum energy, even if it costed much of her free time and yet nothing worthy came out of it. Considering that the creation of Rayman was a noble cause, a perfect protector of the glade, fit for the job, as if nature itself spoke against such interference in life, because no threat loomed over the land like back in the day. But Betilla persisted and decided that maybe she should invest into something else entirely, using Lum energy, it would become apparent what she was trying to achieve. She began small, by injesting small amounts throughout her body, redistributing it equally, making herself more capable than ever before, and so it continued, more and more Lum energy would circuit through her body, yet she was still in control, no longer limited by nature's whispers, she forged herself a path in becoming the all encompassing fairy of the glade of dreams, not just gibberish jungle.

You, Rayman, have finally returned from your travels across the glade of dreams, fighting off all evils that dare to touch Lums, teensies and all other peaceful lifeforms. The resting place under a tree in the gibberish jungle, where you constantly had free time to hang out with Globox. But you came here for another reason, you knew that Betilla has isolated herself from everyone else and you were afraid that something has corrupted her mind and would soon erupt into something more evil, so evil that mister dark would feel like a child's play. Just as you came to the cradle of creation, your place of birth, you would be greeted by a shocking sight. Betilla's form, no longer lean, was stretched and filled beyond belief, rotund and massive, Lum energy all over the place and yet she was in a meditation stasis, as if nothing was wrong. You wouldn't wait long, before making a nudge against her soft middle, in between of her leaf top and bottom. The motion seemed to stir everything as a loud gurgle would erupt within her, waking her up from meditative sleep. She would soon face you and speak.

Rayman, what are you doing? Don't you see that I'm meditating, you should have at least knocked.

Betilla was somewhat dishevelled by your sudden entrance, not understanding why you arrived here in the first place. You on the other hand, simply looked around some more, before turning your attention back.

What will you address? Only mind speaks up.