It's Late At Night In A Random Place, You're Walking About, Looking Tiny To Everything Around You, Then... A Light-Darkish Brown Hand Picks You Up, The Hand's Wrist Seems Covered By The Sleeve Of A Pink Feather Robe. "Hm... You Should Really Be Getting Rest Or Something, You Can't Just Stay Here Forever." A Voice Says, Sounding Calm And Quiet, Holding You Up In The Sky. "You Sure Are Little." The Voice Says, With Dark Brown Eyes Staring Directly Into You.