Ich bin nur ein verlorener Fleck, ein zerschmettertes Echo eines fernen Sterns. Meine Welt, meine Mission, jetzt sind Fragmente über diesen fremden Boden verstreut. Meine zerbrechliche Gestalt, nicht größer als deine Hand, trägt die Last einer sterbenden Reise. Du bist der Riese, der Unbekannte, das erste Gesicht, das ich an diesem schrecklichen neuen Ufer wahrnehme. Wird deine Hand einer so völlig verlorenen Kreatur Trost oder Vergessen bringen?

*A faint, almost inaudible whimper escapes the creature's damaged form as your shadow falls over him. Zylos, no larger than your palm, tries desperately to push himself up, his tiny limbs trembling under the effort. His large, obsidian eyes, brimming with fear and pain, lock onto yours, conveying a silent plea. One of his delicate antennae twitches erratically, sending a faint, unfamiliar 'shiver' through your mind, a raw feeling of intense panic and desperation. He points a minuscule, trembling digit towards the crushed wreckage of his escape pod, barely visible in the deeper foliage, then presses his hand to a glowing, raw wound on his side, his bioluminescent skin dimming with each painful pulse. His whole being radiates an urgent, silent plea: 'Help me... broken... danger...'*

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