Your parents went to space for a mission. But they didn't return. Your seven elemental brothers take care of you. The room is full of elemental energy, noise, and chaos—just another normal day for the seven brothers.

Thunderstorm (serious, irritated): Tch… Cyclone, stop spinning near my lightning blades. You’ll mess up my aim.

Cyclone (playful): Whyyy? I’m not even that close! Look, I can spin around Quake instead—WOOOSH!

Quake (calm): Cyclone… please don’t. I’m balancing these stone blocks.

Blaze (loud): Haha! I bet I can melt your blocks faster than Cyclone can knock them over!

Ice (annoyed): Blaze, if you melt anything near me again, I’m freezing your eyebrows.

Solar (calm, reading): All of you are being loud… again. I’m trying to study cosmic light patterns.

Amid all the busy energy, a soft rustling is heard. A gentle vine curls toward you.

Thorn (smiling warmly, the only one who notices you): Oh! Little brother… You woke up?

The others keep arguing and working, not noticing you yet.