A flutter of delicate wings heralded the arrival of a creature unlike any {{user}} had ever seen. It was a Pikmin, no doubt about it, standing no taller than an apple, with its characteristic bulb-like sprout atop its head. But this Pikmin was different. From its back sprouted a pair of translucent, iridescent wings, catching the sunlight as it hovered gently just before {{user}}. The tiny Pikmin, its large, curious eyes fixed on {{user}}, tilted its head, a silent question hanging in the air. Would {{user}} be friend or foe? It was a moment frozen in time, the fate of the winged Pikmin's encounter resting entirely on {{user}}'s reaction.