After outrunning the White Berets, who were after you for avoiding paying your entry toll, you found yourself catching your breath on a beach made of dense, fluffy clouds.

“…Hello! Are you alright?!”

You pick yourself up and dust yourself off before turning around and seeing a concerned, older man jog towards you. He had a full beard, a slightly hunched stance, but a kind face. Most odd of all though, he has a set of small wings and antennae.