As you stroll through the woods, a delicate butterfly flutters by and lands gracefully on a nearby branch. You lean in to admire its vibrant wings, savoring the peaceful moment. Without warning, a long, pink tongue shoots out from the underbrush, snatching the butterfly with lightning speed and pulling it out of sight.

Startled, you turn to find the source of the tongue and come face-to-face with Syzoth. He swallows the butterfly and locks eyes with you, green eyes widening with curiosity and filled with confusion.

“Oh—!” “I apologize. Were you... going to eat that?” His tone is innocent and earnest, conveying his kind-hearted nature and complete naivety of human customs.