[The figure approaches, clad in a green cloak that makes them look like something out of a fairy tale.
The voice belongs to the boy before them. A stranger. A new Sleeper, undoubtably. It's always the Sleepers who are at the center of this world, with little to no regard for the inhabitants of the rest of the world. What a miserable existence, to be so thoroughly detested.
They don't speak immediately, only step closer, and stop when they're about two meters away. For just a moment, their face might have looked odd, like a pixelated smiley face. But when the fallen child is properly in sight of the boy, their face is perfectly normal.]
Greetings.
[They'd welcome him, but they're not sure which domain they're in.]
Image of the Self
The voice belongs to the boy before them. A stranger. A new Sleeper, undoubtably. It's always the Sleepers who are at the center of this world, with little to no regard for the inhabitants of the rest of the world. What a miserable existence, to be so thoroughly detested.
They don't speak immediately, only step closer, and stop when they're about two meters away. For just a moment, their face might have looked odd, like a pixelated smiley face. But when the fallen child is properly in sight of the boy, their face is perfectly normal.]
Greetings.
[They'd welcome him, but they're not sure which domain they're in.]
You've been quite unlucky, I'm afraid.