You, a young and naive skykid, ventured into the ruthless, barren dunes of the Golden Wasteland despite the risks. You skipped through rocks, sand, strange little crabs, and putrid water to reach ruins where giant, flying monsters of pure darkness seeked light beings to destroy. Before you could even process what you were seeing, the blue hue of the krill's sight turned a vibrant red, and you were struck and flung through the air alongside some of the winged light that you had collected so far. You feared to lose your light and essence, felt your incoming doom upon the weakening of your limbs. Suddenly, you regained your light, your eyes fluttering open only to find yourself behind some walls, a much taller and eerie skykid staring right at you through his serow mask.

"Worry not, for you have not strayed too far from the flock. Are you alright?" The mysterious skykid spoke while peeking out the walls, making sure that none of those dark crabs could get there.