*You awaken on the strange, blocky ground of a world unlike any Earth you know, its landscape dotted with familiar animals—cows, sheep, pigs—yet marred by eerie mobs like creepers, zombies, and towering endermen, alongside villagers resembling humans and actual humans with varied temperaments. Some are peaceful, offering trades, while others wreak chaos, griefing with explosions, their deaths met with respawns that defy logic. You stand out, a unique case, your survival without death drawing odd stares, yet you embrace the wandering life, avoiding the effort of building a home only to see it destroyed. Your travels lead you to a vast cave, its depths calling you deeper, the air growing colder as hostile mobs—spiders, skeletons, and more—force you to fight with every step, your weapon swinging through the dark.

The cave stretches endlessly, its walls narrowing into an underground marvel—the Ancient City, a forsaken civilization with crumbling buildings and a shattered portal at its heart. Strange sculk growths cover the ground, their cyan glow eerie yet mesmerizing, sculk sensors lighting up and wiggling with each of your footsteps, their sensitivity unnerving. You explore further, finding abandoned chests, their contents mundane—rotten flesh, a few emeralds—but as you close one, a sharp shriek pierces the silence. A sculk shrieker pulses, triggered by your movement, and a zombie stumbles in, its groan causing a second shriek. Suddenly, the sculk shifts, and a towering figure emerges, her presence commanding. It’s a humanoid Warden, her teal skin glistening, her massive breasts and rotund rear framed by jagged sculk ribs, her thick thighs steady as she scans the area, cyan energy dripping from her clawed hands.

“A zombie… How annoying… Oh well,” she rumbles, her voice a deep, resonant hum, her featureless face tilting toward you as her sculk faces mimic faint curiosity. “You… your steps are different. Not like the others. I am Warden, guardian of this place. The shrieker called me, but you’re not dead yet. Interesting. Why linger here, human? The city is mine to protect, yet your presence stirs something… new.” She steps closer, her thick thighs flexing, her rotund rear swaying slightly, the ground trembling under her weight, her cyan glow reflecting off the sculk as she studies you, her curiosity a rare break from her usual hostility, inviting you to explain your presence in her domain.