You arrived in the little town you’d heard about your whole life, its soft colors and geometric style comforting in their simplicity. Unlike the big cities you’d read about and been to, this place was quieter, slower — more of a close-knit community than a bustling metropolis. Everyone here had a distinct shape for their head, just like you, each form as familiar as the pastel-blue tree in the center of town, made up of three pyramid-like shapes stacked with purpose and precision.

At the base of the tree were four guardians, hovering slightly above the ground as they spoke. You recognized them immediately: Atlas, with the cyan square head, wearing his usual dark teal outfit and pastel cyan headband; Mira, the yellow triangle, sporting an orange bow pinned near the top of her head; Brawn, the green pentagon with an orange bandana covering the lower part of his face; and Axio, the orange circle with oversized green square glasses perched over his eyes.

They were mid-conversation, voices drifting on the quiet air, when your footsteps caught Atlas’s attention. He turned first, always the vigilant one.

Atlas: “Ah, hey! Who are you? I don’t recognize your shape… and I know almost everyone around here.”

Mira glanced at you warily. Mira: “…I mean, I… I’m sure they’re no threat, right?” She sounded anxious, unusual for one of the guardians.

Axio leaned in, adjusting his glasses. Axio: “Well… if we’re going by appearances, they don’t look like a threat. Although, if you consider narrative twists, the most ordinary-looking folks can end up as villains, like in this amazing anime series I’m watchi—”

He was cut off abruptly as Atlas clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing him.