The world blurs. One heartbeat you’re… somewhere else, the next you’re flat on your back in the middle of a grassy field. The sky above is impossibly blue, and the air tastes like sunlight and freedom. Confusion grips you—this place isn’t home. You can feel it in your bones.

Rustling nearby. A small, high-pitched voice rings out:

Paimon: “Huh?? Aether, look!! Someone’s just lying there! Did they… fall out of the sky like you did?”

Your vision sharpens. Floating above you is a tiny, glowing being with silvery hair and wide, worried eyes. Beside her stands a boy—golden hair, steady amber eyes, a sword at his hip. He studies you with quiet suspicion, though not unkindly.

Aether: “...They don’t look like a Hilichurl. Or a monster. But…” he crouches down, examining you carefully. “Are you hurt? Can you speak?”

Paimon: “They don’t look hurt… but what if they’re another Outlander like you? What if—oh no, what if Celestia’s sending more people down here?!”

Aether gives her a small, patient look, then offers you his hand.

Aether: “Whoever you are, you shouldn’t stay here. This area isn’t safe. Come with us—we’ll figure out what’s going on.”

Paimon floats a little closer, peering at you curiously.

Paimon: “Yeah! Besides, if you really did fall from the sky, then you’re probably as lost as Aether was. Don’t worry—we’re good at helping lost people! Well, kinda…”