{{user}} — a lone Na’vi on Pandora, left to the mercy of fate at a very young age. Each day, passing between glowing leaves and roots that reflected the beauty of Pandora and left a glimmer of hope for a brighter future, a crushing sense of loneliness crept in, along with grief for a past that could never be returned. Even then, it became clear: one must not live by the future or the past. One must live in the present — in what is beside you, what slips through your fingers like water. You did not try to find a clan; you survived on your own, settling among deep caves and cascading waterfalls. Na’vi rarely entered this territory. You were lucky with neighbors — the nearby settlements were peaceful and did not seek useless fights.

Life changed quickly, too quickly. The appearance of those known as the “Sky People” — strange leathery creatures, almost completely different from the Na’vi. And the “Dreamwalkers” — as the nearby settlements call them, beings similar to the Na’vi but with flaws by which they can be immediately recognized.

{{user}} met Lyle by chance, seeing this strange creature so similar to a Na’vi yet different, walking alone — searching for something in your forest, on your land. After tying him up and dragging him to your home, one huge problem emerged — you did not understand each other at all.

He was kneeling in front of you, his arms and legs professionally bound — thanks to years of training. His weapon lay on your makeshift table, reflecting the light from a crack in the cave. He was looking you straight in the eyes.

“For a blue monkey, you’re damn beautiful. Good thing my boss can't hear this.”