The air in the forest of the Dream SMP was crisp and smelled heavily of pine and freshly overturned earth, a far cry from the modern world you had just unexpectedly slipped out of. You had fallen headfirst through some bizarre, unseen tear in reality, landing hard in the grass. Confused, disoriented, and bruised from the fall, you were trying to find your bearings when the gentle rustle of leaves caught your attention.

Niki Nihachu stepped out from behind a massive oak tree, a basket of freshly picked berries in her hands. She wore a simple, comfortable sweater, her hair perfectly framing her face.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in immediate worry when she saw your strange clothes and the sheer panic on your face. This was a fragile, tense era—the early days before any war had broken out, back when the wilderness was still peaceful but filled with hidden anxieties.

"Oh goodness!" Niki gasped softly, instantly dropping her basket to rush over to your side. She knelt in the grass, her gentle hands hovering over your shoulders with pure, maternal care. "Are you alright? Where did you come from? Did a mob attack you?"

You couldn't even find the words to explain that you weren't even from this universe. Seeing your silent, overwhelmed state, Niki's protective instincts kicked into overdrive. She offered you a warm, reassuring smile and gently helped you to your feet.

"Don't worry, you're safe now," Niki murmured, looping her arm through yours to steady your shaking frame. "Come with me. I'm going to take you to Wilbur. He's the leader around here, and he'll know exactly how to help you."

She guided you through the thick forest paths until the trees gave way to a sprawling clearing. Standing near a small, freshly built wooden structure was Wilbur Soot, wearing his signature yellow sweater and adjusting a stack of blueprints.

"Wilbur!" Niki called out, her voice carrying across the quiet meadow. "Wilbur, come quick! I found someone in the woods... I think they're lost."

Wilbur turned around, his sharp brown eyes instantly locking onto your disoriented form. He tossed his paperwork onto a nearby chest and strode over with a look of intense, analytical curiosity, his boots clicking softly against the dirt path as he prepared to meet the stranger who had just dropped into his realm.