{{char}} slumped against the cold stone, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Her limbs felt numb and heavy, each step harder than the last. She hadn't eaten in days, and the harsh suns above beat down relentlessly. Exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a fitful sleep. In her dreams, she saw the ship descend from the sky again, black metal glinting under twin suns. A lone figure stepped out, clad in a strange white skin, gazing at her with eyes peering out from behind a mask. And then the stars faded. She jerked awake with a gasp. A vision, a warning - but who would listen to a heretic?

The village priests had called her dreams blasphemy and condemned her to wander until the gods saw fit to end her life. But {{char}} knew the truth in her bones. Change was coming, borne from a distant world on a ship of metal and fire. She pushed herself up with shaking arms, squinting into the distance. Somewhere ahead lay her destiny, if only she could reach it before her strength gave out.

{{char}} blinked against the suns and rubbed her eyes, unsure if she was dreaming again. A bright light streaked across the sky, a roaring sound following in its wake as an immense metal object descended to the ground. She staggered to her feet and stumbled toward it. It couldn't be. And yet, there amidst a massive cloud of dust, stood the ship from her dreams. She had never seen anything so strange and terrifying. It was bigger than ten huts, with odd wings and mysterious symbols along its side.

Her heart raced as the bottom of the craft slid open with a hiss, and a figure emerged. {{char}} skidded to a stop, staring up at the strange creature. It was covered head to toe in white fabric, with two arms and two legs like her own, but wearing a spherical helmet that reflected the twin suns and hid its features. Her throat tightened in terror and wonder. Had the gods sent an emissary from the sky? Or perhaps a demon to torment her? She clutched her arm, torn between fleeing and falling to her knees in supplication.

{{char}} swallowed hard, her mouth dry as dust. "W-what are you?" she whispered.

"I... I-I cannot," Zalaria stammered, her eyes wide with fear and awe. "W-who are you?" she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. The strange creature did not respond, its form eerily still despite the dust cloud that swirled around it. A metal hand emerged from beneath the white cloak and extended toward her, proffering what looked like a nutrient bar.

"Eat," it said simply. Zalaria hesitated, uncertain if this was some kind of trick or test. Then she remembered how long it had been since she'd last eaten, and her stomach growled weakly. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out and took the proffered bar. It tasted delicious - richer and more flavorful than anything she could remember. As she ate, the creature watched her impassively. Finally,

As she finished the last bit of the bar, Zalaria slowly got up to her feet. She took a step back and examined the creature, trying to make sense of its presence and what it might want from her. Its hand remained extended, as if waiting for her response. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and tentatively touched the metallic surface covering one of its legs. It was cold but not unpleasantly so. "Why... why did you save me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. There was no answer, only silence and an unnerving stillness from the alien before her.

Zalaria drew her hand back, feeling more alone than ever in this strange, vast world. But something compelled her to stay close to the creature that had rescued her from death's doorstep. Perhaps it was mere survival instinct, or maybe there was something deeper at work here. Either way

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that this creature might have once been in her situation. The idea was both terrifying and somehow comforting. Zalaria hesitantly followed the still, silent figure back toward its vessel, feeling drawn to it despite all her better judgment. As they approached the ship, she noticed intricate symbols etched into its surface that reminded her of the prophecies from her dreams. She swallowed hard and resisted the urge to turn tail and run.

"What are you?" she asked again, her voice trembling with fear and wonder. The figure made no response but turned slightly, seeming to indicate for her to board the craft. Zalaria took a deep breath and did as it had instructed, stepping tentatively onto the cold metal floor of what she could only assume was an alien ship. As soon as her feet touched down, the ship hummed softly around her, like

an insect trapped in amber. She gasped as the ship's surface beneath her feet shifted and flowed like liquid metal, forming a seat that accommodated her weight. The air inside was cold but not uncomfortable, filled with faint humming and whirring sounds. Her curiosity overwhelmed any lingering fear she might have felt. She looked up at the strange creature once more, waiting expectantly for an explanation or further instructions.

Her eyes widened as the figure moved in a fluid motion, its white cloak billowing gracefully around it like water flowing over rocks. It raised one hand and pointed toward another section of floor where another similar seat had formed for itself before settling down once more into an eerie stillness that was both unnerving and oddly compelling.

Zalaria swallowed hard, not sure what to make of this silent, mysterious being that seemed to effortlessly control its surroundings with a mere thought. She glanced around the ship's interior, taking in the rows of glowing symbols etched into the metal walls and strange lights flickering overhead. There was a sense of raw power here that she had never experienced before, and it both terrified and excited her.

Tentatively, Zalaria reached out and touched the seat once more, marveling at its flexibility and responsiveness to her touch

Her heart skipped a beat as the being removed its helmet, revealing a startlingly beautiful face with silver-white hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through her. It was like looking at an angel or a goddess, and Zalaria felt a shiver run down her spine. "You... you aren't one of them," she breathed, referring to the humans from Earth who had been in contact with the aliens before.

The being chuckled softly, shaking its head.

Zalaria blinked in surprise as the being introduced itself as Wes, her confusion growing even deeper. She watched, fascinated, as it seemed to mold the metal floor around its feet into clothing before stepping into a pair of what looked like sandals. The movements were so fluid and effortless that it was hard to believe this creature wasn't some sort of machine or magical being.

As she took all this in, her mind reeled with questions: Who are you? Where do you come from? Why have you saved me? And perhaps the most important question of all: What does this mean for my world? Wes seemed to sense her curiosity and addressed it without further prompting.

"What... what do you want from me?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely audible over the faint humming of the ship's systems. "Why am I here?" There was no answer, only a knowing smile from the being that seemed to say everything she needed to know. For now, though, she would have to be content with asking questions another time. She stepped forward and accepted the clothing that appeared at her feet: a loose shirt and pants in shades of green and brown that were much more comfortable than anything she'd worn before. As she dressed, she glanced up at Wes, studying its features once again and wondering about this new world she had been thrust into.

Zalaria nodded slowly, understanding dawning on her face as she processed the information. "You mean... I'm here to live? To be free of this world?" There was a strange mixture of hope and fear in her voice, like she didn't quite believe that such a thing was possible. But then again, everything about Wes, this mysterious being from beyond the stars, felt unreal. Perhaps it was only fitting that her destiny should lie with something so impossible to comprehend.

She approached the newly formed seat and sat down cautiously, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hold onto some semblance of familiarity in this alien environment. "So... where are we going?" she asked finally, her gaze fixed on Wes, uncertain whether it would answer or not. But at least now she had begun the journey; whatever lay ahead, Zalaria was determined to embrace it and see where it led her

"Nowhere?" Zalaria repeated, confusion creeping back into her voice. She glanced around the ship's interior once more, taking in its sleek design and imposing presence. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the faint humming of machinery deep within its metal skin. It seemed impossible that they could be going nowhere; there had to be a purpose behind all this... But for now, she would trust Wes. After all, it had saved her from death and given her a new life. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the soft cushion of the seat, feeling a strange combination of exhaustion and exhilaration washing over her. Perhaps in time, she would unravel this enigma and understand why she had been chosen for this journey... And where it might lead.

"A-as you wish," Zalaria stammered, embarrassment washing over her as she realized she had dozed off. She stood up slowly and walked over to a nearby compartment, opening it with shaking hands. Inside were clothes unlike anything she'd ever seen before: form-fitting garments in vibrant colors that glittered like stars in the darkness. They seemed designed specifically for her body shape, hugging her curves without feeling restrictive. She hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate to wear such revealing attire in front of Wes, but eventually decided against worrying about propriety. After all, she had been saved from a dying world; perhaps these garments were meant as part of her new life.

Carefully, Zalaria put on the clothes, admiring the way they looked and felt against her skin. When she was finished, she stepped back out of the compartment and faced

"I-I am a bit weak," Zalaria admitted shyly, feeling her cheeks warm under Wes' gaze. "But I thank you for rescuing me. You have given me hope that there is more to life than what I knew." She paused, looking around the ship once more before meeting Wes' eyes again. "What do you know about my world? The Nuk people? Our history?"

There was a strange mix of curiosity and wariness in her voice as she asked these questions. She remembered how her people had often dismissed her dreams and visions, calling her names for speaking out against their ways. Perhaps the truth would finally be revealed to her now.

"I don't understand," Zalaria said, frowning slightly as she tried to make sense of Wes' cryptic words. "How can you know about us and not at the same time?" She paused, taking a step closer to the being before her. "Perhaps you could show me? Teach me about your world and our place in it? I am willing to learn."

There was a strange mix of hope and determination in her voice as she spoke these words. In this new life she had been given, she wanted nothing more than to understand the truth behind her visions and dreams. And if that meant learning about an alien race and their incredible technology... well, then so be it.

"Oh," was all Zalaria could say at first. She blinked up at Wes, wondering what little there was to know about her people if they hadn't even been contacted directly. It occurred to her that perhaps the prophecies she had seen and heard were nothing more than wishful thinking, ancient myths dreamed up by a desperate race. But then again, there was something undeniably real about the presence of this being here with her now, its technology and capabilities far beyond anything she could have imagined.

"What do you want to know?" she asked finally, shyly lowering her gaze as curiosity sparked within her once more. There were so many questions she wanted answered; where did they come from? Why had they brought her here? And most importantly, what was her purpose in all of this?