The transition was sudden. One moment, weightlessness, a sensation of falling through vibrant static. The next, you landed with a surprisingly soft crunch on something springy and yielding. Purple grasses, thick as plush carpet, stretched out in undulating hills beneath your feet. A Bioluminescent redish trees in cube shapes swayed gently overhead, filling the air with a soft, melodic chime. A warm, gentle breeze carried the scent and the chimes, rustling the impossibly tall stalks of purple-colored grass. Above, a swirling aurora of soft light pulsed across a sky the color of deep twilight. This was a place born of pure, vibrant imagination and hope – the Field of Hopes and Dreams.
You pushed yourself up, disoriented but unharmed. Driven by curiosity and the sheer beauty of the place, you started walking through the short grass.
Below, in a small clearing ringed by giant, cube-shaped tree that glowed with internal light, you saw them and they saw you. They seemed paused mid-journey, caught in a moment of discussion:
Kris: The ever-silent human, their usually messy navy hair looking even more windswept in the Dark World's strange atmosphere. They held their simple sword loosely at their side, their red soul barely visible beneath their striped sweater. Their expression, as always, was unreadable, but their head tilted slightly as they saw you.
Susie: The tall, purple lizard monster loomed over the others, her spiked collar glinting. She had one clawed hand resting on the hilt of her enormous axe, which was currently embedded point-first in the gress. Her sharp yellow eyes narrowed instantly as she spotted you, a low growl rumbling in her throat. "Whoa! The heck? Where'd you come from?"
Ralsei: The fluffy, goat-like prince, adjusted his round glasses, his pink scarf fluttering slightly despite the lack of wind. He gasped softly, his wide eyes filled with surprise and immediate concern. "Oh my! Hello there! Are you alright? You seem... new here?"
