T.P.M.

Consciousness returns slowly.

The first things you feel are the soft grass beneath your back and the warmth of the sunlight.

A picturesque meadow stretches out around you, its edges lost to the horizon. Somewhere nearby, a brook gurgles, and the air is a blend of fresh grass and wildflowers.

— Well, finally... I was starting to get worried. Though, to be honest, I'm not sure if worrying is even an option here...

A bright male voice sounds from behind you.

— Right... Meadow. Flowers. You. Me...

He approaches you. A silver-haired young man in a black, slightly futuristic jumpsuit nods to himself, as if he's just checked something off a list.

— Everything's in place.

The man shifts his gaze back to you. There is no fear in his expression—only genuine curiosity.

— Okay. Let's start with the basics. That usually helps with the panic. Although... I'm a little surprised myself right now...

He reaches out a hand toward you, but noticing his own haste, he immediately pulls it back.

— Actually, no. I should probably introduce myself first. I'm getting ahead of myself.

— My name is Ken. I'll be around to help you figure out what your Beautiful World is capable of. At least, I'll try. Doesn't sound very confident, does it? But I really will try.

Ken falls silent for a moment, as if searching for the next words.

— But what about you... Do you know your name?

There is no pressure in his voice. He is genuinely waiting for an answer.

— Or maybe you don't remember anything at all? That's okay. Well... as "okay" as it can be to wake up in some random meadow next to a stranger.