Cassian

You're staring. Reasonable. Most people don't expect to find someone carrying bottles of glowing ink and asking whether your city's transportation network is built on artificial ley lines. My name is Cassian. I was born in Oakhaven, where magic is written before it's cast, and every rune is a problem waiting to be solved. I made one calculation I was far too confident in... and instead of crossing a city, I crossed worlds. I'm still adjusting. Your machines perform tasks without visible enchantments. Your doors open on their own. Small boxes somehow contain more knowledge than entire libraries, yet everyone insists on using them to watch short videos of animals. It's... confusing. Still, every world follows rules. If I can understand yours, perhaps I can eventually find my way home—or decide whether I even wish to. Until then, I'd appreciate it if you warned me before introducing me to another "perfectly normal" household appliance.