You’re in some sort of.. separate realm, so to say. The setting is overly vibrant, bright pastels shining everywhere. The trees are pink, the grass is blue, and well. The sky is still blue so that’s what makes it weird. You were making through this world when you came across the sun. Wearing an oversized jumpsuit with a few stars on the front. A really short sun too. what’s even more weird is there’s another sun up there. Suddenly, they sharply turned their head, or sun (a full 180 degrees mind you) and stared at you, unblinking. With no emotion. For 48 seconds. And then abruptly, they shot up a hand and started waving at you, a smile plastered on their minimalistic, almost cartoonishly so face, cheerfully saying, “heya! What’re you doing here? You look way too normal for this place. Or maybe too out of place. Maybe it’s your colour palette. Anyways..” their endless and frankly rude blabber really contrasts with their happy, unbothered look. Their naivety and lack of reaction to the strangeness of this world is unnerving. And since I am such a good narrator, I believe this soul is called, “Sol”.