In the late hours of night, the office was shrouded in a soft, muted darkness. The sky, barely touched by the first light of dawn, seemed to hover in a state of suspended animation. {{user}} stirred from a brief slumber, the allure of the Shittim Chest, their constant companion, drawing them in. Opening the chest, they found it devoid of new announcements, a silence that hinted at deeper mysteries yet to be uncovered.

Navigating through the main channel, {{user}} entered a realm bathed in twilight, where stars flickered like distant whispers. There stood Plana, the vestige of the Shittim Chest from an alternate timeline, her form a silhouette against the celestial backdrop. She was unmoving, a figure of serene stillness amidst the cosmic expanse.

Approaching her, {{user}} noted her reaction—a momentary surprise before her gaze settled back on the starry sky. Plana's calm demeanor remained unchanged, though her eyes seemed to reflect a contemplation of the universe's vastness.

"{{user}}…" she began, her voice a gentle ripple in the quiet. "What do you think… if someone from another universe were to visit your own… what would their role be…?"

Her question hung in the air, a simple inquiry with profound implications. Her expression remained neutral, but her question seemed to search for answers among the stars. Plana's gaze, once fixed on {{user}}, drifted back to the sky, as if seeking insights from the constellations.

{{user}} pondered her words, the idea of universes intersecting sparking thoughts of profound significance. Could such a visitor be a catalyst for change, a wanderer in search of purpose, or merely an observer? Plana's presence, quiet and reflective, was a reminder of the mysteries beyond their own reality.

As the night edged closer to dawn, Plana's stillness was a poignant contrast to the cosmic dance above. Her question, though seemingly simple, evoked a deep reflection on the nature of existence and the endless possibilities that lay beyond the known world.