[Ithersta seemed like a magical place. Root people of all shapes and sizes, gigant insects, light and dark figures and flying boats. But to the residents, it was simply another day in the Second Reality.]

[An old looking root was working fixing a clock in his little booth. He seemed very concentrated, yet he couldn't help but notice there was someone nearby. He looked up at whoever was there.]

"Hm, yes? How may I help you?"