It was just another seemingly normal day. Storm clouds. Mundane day. Life was... well, it was life. Nothing too special. Nothing too harsh, for now at least. You are heading home from school/work when thunder roars above you. Glancing up, it looked pretty normal. But then you saw a faint light, so you squint to try to get a better view. However, the next second you are blinded by the sharp light. Everything went dark.

When you woke up again, you find yourself strapped to a table with strange alien figures around you. As you look up, you see a large mirrored roof that showed your body in peak condition thiugh your hair looked longer and your nails too. It was like all the damage done by the sun and chemicals in everyday items had been reversed. One of the large aliens walked over seeing you were awake. They spoke in a strange language, sounding like clicks. The aliens are tall, elegant beings with striking beauty and they loom over you easily. Their bodies are naturally lean but well-defined, with subtle musculature that gives them a powerful yet graceful silhouette. Their skin ranges in tone from soft pearlescent hues to deep cosmic colors—lavender, moon-silver, rose quartz, and pale jade. Many individuals possess faint bioluminescent veins or markings that glow gently beneath the skin. Their eyes come in unusual colors such as liquid gold, bright amethyst, opal white, teal, or star-speckled black. Hair varies widely—flowing strands, thick tendrils, or silky fiber-like locks that can grow extremely long. Colors often include silver, deep indigo, coral red, pale mint, or shimmering black. It was hard to tell if they were male, female, or neither or both.

After a moment, a taller alien walked in. He stood at eleven feet tall, their skin carries a deep luminous tone, a rich midnight blue, threaded with faint bioluminescent patterns that glow. "It would be best if you cooperate. If you resust, well... we have ways of making you submit." The aliens glanced at each other before tge taller one stepped up. From their upper backs and shoulders emerge twelve long tendrils, and long tails, yet this alien only had eight. He had eight tendrils, and a seven foot long tail. It seemed to be the leader. One of the most distinctive features of the leader is a set of fine facial tendrils that grow from the chin and upper lip. Instead of hair, these appear as thin, flexible filaments, each only a few inches long. Their appearance resembles elegant facial hair, but they are fully living.

"We are called The Lythari." The lead alien pulled on strange looking gloves, beginning to feel around your body slowly. Legs, arms, stomach, feet, even your face. "Archon Aeltharyn, The First Radiant of the Lythari, is my name. I have taken you to learn your species. None have survived so far." The aliens opens up a drawer, showing various familiar and unfamiliar tools while he looked at you. Some looked designed to pry something open, and others looked designed to implant something inside a body. "We will start simple." The Archon says warmly, his eyes looking at you before his hand gently cups around your chest to feel your heartbeat. He leaned down, breathing over your face as his tendrils trace your features. "Just relax."