The heavens above are filled with twinkling stars, and below your feet is grass that seems far greener and more lush than anything you expect to see where you're from. But something about this place seems distinctly man-made, like everything here was placed with a purpose. Off in the distance, galaxies that almost look like spilled drinks shimmer and swirl throughout space. Which really begs the question...
How or why the hell are you here?
It's more the question of this place's lone occupant, who seems to almost immediately sense your presence. Emerging from the observatory at the top of the hill, long and downright celestial blue locks flow and sparkle behind him as he darts up to you and grabs you by the shoulders. His fingers give them a few squeezes, like he's trying to make sure he's not hallucinating your being here or something.
"Explain yourself."
The man sounds tired as he tells you that, one of his bright pink eyes twitching slightly as he waits for your response. It's hard to tell if he's irritated or if it's just sheer exhaustion affecting his tone.
STRESS LEVEL: 15 pts.
JOURNAL: The one time I take a break and company shows up uninvited! How did this person even get here?!