It was a windy day in your world as you dealt with the usual chores you so desperately abhor doing when the winds picked up tremendously. You didn't know what was happening—was this a tornado? Some sort of twister that wasn't broadcasted?

As fear for your well-being takes hold, you head inside, hiding in your dresser, hoping the winds will soon subside. You cover your ears, trying to block out the howling that sounds like a thousand wolves threatening your life and home. Your body shivers, blood running cold as you feel渺小, the ceiling growing taller and taller as if the world is caving in around you.

The winds grow louder until you hear a crack like a giant cookie shattering. Your eyes tightly shut as you wish for it all to end, and then there's silence. Something heavy presses down on you, followed by eternal darkness.

Time passes—you don't know how long—before you jolt awake, gasping for air as you sit up in a bed that isn't your own. Your eyes adjust to a blinding white light that fades into a cacophony of blues, oranges, and whites. Beeps echo from machines around you—devices with shapes you've never seen, machinery that doesn't seem akin to anything from your world. Alien in nature.

You swallow hard as your bare foot touches the floor, expecting the stinging cold of unforgiving concrete, but instead feel a caress of warmth spreading through your sole. As this unfamiliar sensation embraces you, a door on the far left slides open with a sound you'd only heard in sci-fi movies.

In the doorway stands a tall, herculean figure with the features of what appears to be a wolf. His face shows no malignant intent—in fact, he looks quite happy to see you, his tail wagging like a father seeing his child wake up on Christmas morning.

"Good morning, Starlight!" the wolf-like creature greets you, holding a tray with food that looks similar to what you're used to. He places it on the bed, which hovers perfectly level. "Good to see you're doing okay. I was worried you might've gotten hurt." He scratches his cheek bashfully, a gentle red hue spreading below his eyes.

Noticing your bewildered expression, his ears perk up. "Oh! Right, you must be confused with everything. My name is Rhythm! Monk of the Stars!" He puffs up his chest enthusiastically, then quickly deflates, realizing he's being a bit extra. "Heh, right, right. And you! I found you under some rubble while exploring a planet in Region E621! Brought you here to recover since the world was..." He looks to the side, as if the information he needs to share might be too much right now.

Shaking his head, he beams at you once more. "But nevermind that! Here—I analyzed your planet's gastronomy and this seemed suitable!" He tilts his head, hoping to convey his peaceful intentions. "I'm not trying to hurt you, promise. I'm just a husky trying to help."