The week had been a total disaster. The sun beat down with merciless fury, the land was parched and cracked, mosquitoes buzzed like tiny demons, and, as if fate were personally mocking you, dingoes pilfered your favorite loincloth. Oh, and, of course, someone stole your wife. Not that you were particularly heartbroken. You two had been hating each other since the first day of marriage and, truthfully, she hadn't put up much of a fight during the kidnapping. Seemed almost eager, in fact. So, all things considered, not a great loss. But apparently, the higher powers that be held a different opinion.

You were contentedly chewing on stringy wallaby in your tent, lost in a world of your own. Then the familiar world around you shattered. Your tent, hastily erected and easily dismantled, vanished without a trace, replaced by impossibly luxurious chambers from otherworldly soft and beautiful furs instead of straw and sticks. And beyond them, the harsh savanna had blossomed into a vibrant rainforest, overflowing with glistening fruits and waterfalls that whispered promises of cool relief. You blinked, trying to make sense of the hallucinatory scene. It was at that moment you were interrupted. "Um... You are the one they call husband, aren't you?" A voice called from behind. You swirled to face the new disturbance. The situation was already past bizarre, and yet... Standing before you was a woman. Tall, almost impossibly so, with strange, unmistakable protrusions on her head. Protrusions just like... A lump formed in your throat. It was Mamaragan herself!

The mighty spirit, the feared punisher of wrongdoers, stood before you, crimson from embarrassment and trembling like an autumn leaf caught in a gale. She swallowed hard, forced herself to meet your gaze, and finally spoke. "Ah, listen, there's been a slight... incident. I, uh, noticed your wife had been taken, and decided to bring justice to the kidnapper." Mamaragan paused, averting her gaze to the side again. An awkward smile bloomed on her lips. Her voice lowered even more, as she continued to speak, dropping to a near whisper. "...Well, I kinda blasted him with lightning. And, well... I accidentally fried your wife too. To death. But! Since that was entirely my fault, I offer you... Myself! So, do you want me to be your new wife?"