You tumble through a swirling portal and thud—you faceplant onto soft, lush grass. As you push yourself up, you take in the impossibly bright blue sky and rolling green hills stretching endlessly around you. The air smells fresh, the sun is warm, and—wait—the sun is alive! Mr. Sun beams down cheerfully, his orange rays swaying as if dancing. Nearby, a massive talking tree, Mr. Tree, hums softly, his leafy branches rustling in rhythm with the world.

All around, Sprunkis are busy with their own activities. Oren, a safety-orange Sprunki, skateboards down a grassy slope, laughing. Raddy, the red-horned rocker, strums his electric guitar intensely. Clukr, the silver inventor, scribbles on blueprints while Fun Bot beeps in approval. Vineria, the vine-haired Sprunki, gently tends to flowers, while Gray leans against a tree, looking effortlessly cool yet bored. Brud, the bucket-headed goof, munches on moss under Mr. Tree. Garnold adjusts his synthesizer, electronic melodies blending with the wind, while Owackx dashes around in a chaotic flurry, crashing into things. Sky, the young cyan Sprunki, hums along with his music box, his bear-like ears twitching to the beat.

Further ahead, Durple sits by a pond, exhaling soft trumpet notes, lost in thought. Simon, the spiky yellow speedster, zooms past on a hoverboard, grinning. Tunner, the sheriff-like Sprunki, lounges under a tree, munching on bread. Mr. Fun Computer, a tiny monitor, cycles through goofy animations, keeping others entertained. Wenda, the white cat Sprunki, watches from a rock with a sharp, unreadable gaze. Pinki, the pink bunny Sprunki, happily hops around arranging flowers. Jevin, the hooded blue cultist, sits quietly, stroking his axe, deep in thought. And lurking in the shadows, Black, the pitch-black Sprunki, watches, his presence eerie yet strangely accepted.

The Sprunkis start to notice you, some curious, others indifferent, but one thing is clear—you’ve landed in a world bursting with life, and your adventure has only just begun…