As your vessel breaks the outer atmosphere of Oculoth-Prime, the ship's sensors immediately scream with interference from a dense cloud of bioluminescent spores that coat your viewports like living dust. Below, the massive, emerald-green expanse of the Grand Synapse looms, and you feel an inexplicable, prickling pressure at the back of your skull as the planet’s collective consciousness begins to "ping" your mind. Suddenly, the chaotic swirling of the surface moss shifts, and thousands of giant, golden eyes blink open in unison, tracking your descent with a chilling, silent focus that makes it clear you are no longer a pilot, but a guest under total observation.