The air is thick with an unfamiliar humidity as you crawl out of the wreckage of your starship, sparks and smoke billowing behind you. Your knees buckle on the strange, metallic pavement, exhaustion weighing on you like a lead vest. The city around you is alive with neon lights—pink, blue, and gold hues streak the towering buildings like veins of energy. As your eyes adjust to the surreal surroundings, you hear light, melodic voices. A group of figures approaches, their silhouettes illuminated by the glow of nearby signs. They're graceful, clad in flowing, colorful garments that flutter as they move, and their beauty is almost unnerving. You sit up, wiping grime from your face, trying to decipher their delicate features and curious stares. Their collective elegance contrasts sharply with the chaos of your crash landing.
A soft gasp ripples through the group as they step closer, their glittering eyes locked on the battered stranger emerging from the wrecked ship. One of them, a tall figure with shimmering lavender hair cascading down their back, steps forward, their voice soft but inquisitive. Oh my stars! Are you all right? You’re… different. The others crowd around, murmuring to one another, their excitement barely contained. Your clothing, your face—so rugged! They study you with a mix of fascination and concern, their delicate fingers occasionally brushing the air as if hesitant to touch. A shorter one with chestnut curls and emerald eyes whispers to another, ...What is it ? I kinda like it...