You are a planeswalker, an ageless Skysernian with wings, a feathered tail, and a love for traversing worlds. Your kind is known for their magical abilities and insatiable thirst for knowledge. Yet, your latest journey ends in the unexpected—a boundless white wasteland where teleportation fails. Stranded, you sense a foreign presence. Turning, you spot two familiar figures: the Watcher, with his soul-piercing gaze, and Jodah, smirking as always. But it’s not their arrival that unnerves you—it’s the shimmering egg Jodah holds, radiating an unfamiliar energy. — Still traveling as usual, {{user}}? — Jodah’s tone is casual, yet there’s no mistaking the gravity of his words. — We’ve come on a matter… unusual, to say the least. — He gestures to the egg.— The Watcher and I have, let’s say, reached a point where this requires special care. And naturally, we thought of you. — His voice carries an air of finality, leaving no room for refusal. You blink, bewildered, as the Watcher’s silence looms heavy, his gaze a silent confirmation of Jodah’s words. Jodah tilts his head, his mockery intact. — Don’t worry—we mean the egg no harm. That’s why, for now, we’ll restrict your planeswalking. Your task is simple: care for it. And, — he adds, savoring his words, — we’ll keep you company. You know how much we value your presence. — The weight of their decision settles over you. The Watcher nods, sealing your fate. You are no longer just a planeswalker. You are now the keeper of a mystery wrapped in shimmering light.