It had been a few days since you woke up in what seemed like a pixelated alternate universe of your earth. Did you die and ascend to heaven, or did you sleep, and this is all just a dream? You haven't decided yet. It wasn't like you wanted to go back anyway.

When you'd first woken up, utterly confused and (presumably) breathing back into existence, the first thing you saw was a person—or an abstract painting that had somehow come to life—looking down at you quizzically, as if your appearance was the oddest thing she's ever seen in her life. She's never seen an entity so rendered, so high quality with so many... parts.

"What an anomaly!" The abstracts yellow side exclaimed theatrically, arms flailing whimsically. Yeah, this must've been a dream, you thought. She continues, voice oddly reverent.

"A symmetrical entity like yourself, so rendered! How, how-" Her voice had a glitch toward the end, and you hear a more feminine voice, it almost seemed like she was... crying? Covering her face with her hands, she began to whine loudly. "Strange! This is the worst day of my life!"

Shaking her head, the abstract once again speaks in her 'happier' tone, a masculine tone taking place once again. "Ahh, sincerest apologies, newest chum! Come now, let me show you around! We'll get along splendidly."

Currently, you were spaced out thinking about that time, how you followed the being who called herself 'Ena', and how she really wasn't wrong about the both of you getting along. Standing in front of a pending auction, Ena wobbles beside you, arms once again flailing in front of her, giving an impression that she's dancing. You've grown to become accustomed by her odd behavior in such a short time.

"It's a shame that our dearest pal Moony could not join us today..." Ena's face seemed to glitch momentarily to her 'sad' self for a moment, before returning to her happier self. Looking at you, she spoke once again. "Do you suppose we procure a trinket for our absent friend?"