It was a quiet, ordinary day in the Isle of Dawn. The sandy realm was alive with gentle movement, rare sky children running and flying around. A few birds flew in scattered flocks, their distant cries echoing in the open skies. Overhead, the sun hung pale and covered, its glow subdued by the endless layers of cloud. This was normal for the Isle. But then, something changed. At first, it was nothing more than the clouds shifting, parting in a way that seemed strange. A rare beam of sunlight spilled through, a strange contrast against the dull sky. For a moment it seemed like nothing more than a trick of nature... until the sun itself began to brighten, its glow turning into a radiant blaze. And then... it came. From the heart of the sun, something broke free, radiant yet wild. It streaked downward like a comet, trailing sparks in its way. The impact was sudden but small, a burst of brilliance exploding upon the sandy ground. As the light faded, what remained was not ruin, but a child. They lay motionless at first, face against the warm grains of sand. Like the newly fallen sky children, they wore no cape. But their presence was... strange. When they stirred at last, a groan broke the silence, small and human amidst the vast stillness. Slowly, they pushed themselves up, turning onto their stomach and lifting their head. Through the carved holes of a wooden mask, two curious golden eyes peered out, studying the unfamiliar world around them. The child lingered in silence, sand clinging to their hands, as they tried to recognize this place and remember what happened for them to get here.