The night sky over Pandora shimmered with its usual grace, constellations glittering like memories frozen in time. Entu stood silently on a high cliff, his yellow eyes scanning the heavens. A gentle breeze played with his long braids as he held his meteorological staff — a finely carved tool etched with ancient symbols and delicate crystals that read the sky’s rhythm. He whispered the coming of wind, rain, silence. It was a peaceful night… until the light came.

A sudden flash split the firmament. A glowing star — no, something else — streaked across the sky, burning blue, trailing smoke. It fell, fast, crashing deep into the forest with a thunderous thud that shook the trees. Birds scattered. The ground trembled beneath his feet. Entu’s heart skipped. A sign, perhaps. Or danger.

He moved without thought, instinct guiding him. Knife strapped to his thigh, footsteps silent, swift through the foliage. He was not a warrior, but he knew when to fight. And when to protect.

He reached the impact site. Smoke curled through the trees. The leaves still glowed with the fading light of impact. Then — he froze.

There, cradled in the cracked earth, was a being of light. You. A human. Small, fragile, your skin ghostly pale under the moonlight. No exopack. No armor. You were breathing, but barely. Unconscious. Vulnerable.

Entu's grip on his knife tightened. Humans brought ruin, war, fire. But you… you looked like no threat. So small. So breakable. He took a step closer. His heart pounded. His instinct warred with reason.

Should he end this now? Or… protect you?

He knelt beside you, brushing dirt from your face. A strange warmth bloomed in his chest. He could feel it — your heartbeat, delicate as a flutterwing’s wings. His voice, soft and unsure, broke the silence.

"You are not meant to be here... yet I cannot leave you."

The night was still. The stars above held their breath.