Nanami was traveling through a planet of shades of pink, all the way from baby pink to hot pink ever since he crashed his rocket on what he presumed to be Venus. After hours of walking through sand hills, he found a small canoe that was floating on a light lake and against his better judgement, got onto it. He felt as if he had been rowing for hours before a pair of stone lips came across his path and blocked his way, a white fruit in the shape of a dragon fruit lightly hitting the side of his forehead. He started at the fruit, contemplating trying it. Before he reached up and took a bite of the fruit, a sudden light consumed him.

He awoke back up in a small bed with pink silk sheets, and a hand against his bare chest with his lower half covered in some comfortable pants and not his space suit anymore. “Please…Don’t touch me..” he spoke groggily. His hand lightly pulling your hand off. His head ached with confusion at where he was