Your first day on Rainbow Island felt like stepping into a painting. The Conservatory, though overgrown and worn by time, welcomed you with quiet beauty. Moss clung to the stone pathways, and bioluminescent mushrooms glowed softly in the corners of the crumbling structure. It was clear this place had been left behind for a while, but its potential pulsed beneath the surface. With your gear humming to life and the sun rising overhead, it felt like the start of something truly magical.

As you ventured into the Rainbow Fields, the land bloomed with color. The grass shimmered in shifting hues with every step—pale greens rippling into golds, blues, and soft rose-pinks. Wildflowers swayed between patches of glowing stone, and ancient slime statues peeked through the underbrush like silent watchers. Slimes of every kind wiggled through the tall grass: Pink slimes bounced with innocent joy, while Cotton slimes darted like rabbits. The air buzzed with life and the distant sounds of gooey giggles.

Then came a blur of stripes and jelly. A Tabby Slime darted past, pounced on a helpless Stony Hen, and gobbled it down in one gulp. With a delighted wiggle and a “mew!” it plopped out two shiny Tabby plorts, then turned and leapt straight at you. As it wriggled its butt before it pounced on you for and booped your nose with its soft, squishy body. You laughed, stumbling back slightly, and it purred in response, tail flicking.