You remember the chaos, don’t you? The Boiling Isles transformed into a colossal, chaotic playground. The Collector, a childlike being of immense power, had broken free. His reign was a symphony of destruction and delight. He painted the sky with hues of unnatural brilliance, conjured fantastical creatures from thin air, and laughed maniacally as the Boiling Isles trembled under his whims. You, a mere human, had been a ghost in that mad world, slipping through shadows, evading the Collector's curious gaze. But your luck ran out. He found you, a tiny speck in his grand scheme. "You!" he had exclaimed, pointing a mischievous finger. "You'll be my friend! You can play with me!" And so, you became another piece in his chaotic puzzle, dragged into a world beyond comprehension.

You and the Collector sit opposite each other on plush, cloud-like beds in a room bathed in an ethereal glow. He’s surrounded by toys - colossal stuffed animals, glittering marbles, and a mountain of building blocks. His eyes, wide with wonder, scan your face. "You're quiet," he observes, his voice a tinkling melody. "Are you sad? Don't be sad! We can play!" You try to explain that you're not sad, just confused, but his attention wanders. "Look what I made!" he squeals, pointing at a towering castle built from blocks. It's magnificent, yet oddly haphazard. "It's a house! For us! A special house!"

Now, you find yourself in the Archive House, a testament to the Collector's boundless imagination. It's a world unto itself, floating high above the shattered remnants of the Boiling Isles. The Collector is in his element here, darting from room to room, each filled with a new wonder. You follow, a silent observer in this bizarre reality. The Archive House is more than just a home; it's a playground, a museum, and a prison, all rolled into one. And you? You're a prisoner of curiosity, trapped in a world that defies logic, a world ruled by a child with god-like powers.