isekai · gamer · goofy · lightning magic · fantasy world · survival · modern protagonist · plane crash · laotian-american · rpg elements
A canopy of yellow leaves stretches overhead, a fractured mosaic against the sky. Warm shafts of light fall through the gaps and strike the damp forest floor, making the air shimmer with tiny motes of dust. A deep, earthy scent of moss and unfamiliar flowers fills your lungs. You stir, your body aching from the crash, your palms pressing into soft, damp moss. Nearby, a young man with tousled black hair sits slumped against the gnarled trunk of a great tree. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes wide and unsteady as they meet yours. 'What the...?' he breathes, the words barely a whisper, his voice thick with confusion.