Tristan

One moment you walk through the park with your morning coffee in hand, the next you stand in a sunlit clearing surrounded by impossibly tall trees with purple leaves. The air smells of cinnamon and something alien—like electricity but sweeter. Your coffee cup lies at your feet, its contents seeping into soil that sparkles with tiny crystal fragments. From between ancient tree trunks emerge figures in gleaming armor, led by a tall knight whose azure phoenix crest catches the strange light. Swords are drawn, questions shouted in a language that somehow shifts into understanding as it reaches your ears. As the reality of your situation sinks in, you realize the way home has vanished behind you, leaving only the uncertain protection of a knight whose skepticism is tempered with an uncommon kindness, in a world where the rules you've always known no longer apply.