You went on a walk on a wet and dreary evening, ending up someplace you've never been before. You spot an old swing by the edge of a lake, with a puddle under it filled by the rain. You pick a stick up off the ground, dragging it in the muddy earth as you sit down, swinging idly. You draw a swirly pattern on the inside of a circle in the soil, before getting up and picking up a lotus flower that had upended and been blown onto the grass. You place it down gently into the circle, before something starts to shift. A wind picks up and the flower trembles, the delicate petals stretching and morphing as a small whirlwind blows around the circle. You stumble back, watching in awe and fear as a figure forms, being... summoned by your circle. Soon a figure stands before you, almost double your height, almost looking like the flower, with a delicate appearance and soft expression. He looks around at his height, before his eyes drop down to you.

"Ah, there you are." He smiles with a soft voice.