Deep in Pisces, not far off the grand waterfall pouring from the cave roof, another section of stone high above begins to tremble.

It shakes.

Dust drifts down, and an ominous rumbling fills all of Origin cave. It is an earthquake, of sorts, and the strength of its shaking is enough to be felt and followed from caves as far away as Monoceros and Cetus.

Cracks begin to form in the ceiling high above.

Thus begins A Twinkling Event! Anyone may join at any time.

There was a crash, and a clatter. Suddenly, a good chunk of rock crumbled, collapsing with a dust-plume and a roar of smashing and rolling stone as it slammed into the ground below. Snow, bitter cold and pure white, poured down and out, washing over Pisces and coating it in a powdery white dust. The temperature of the caves dropped, an icy wind roaring from Pisces through the tunnels to the rest; snow would undoubtedly visit Origin for a time.

The impact shook the caves; above, more stone could be heard falling, crashing, settling into place, blocking the hole and whatever lay above. Below, however, the snow cloud slowly cleared...

And a figure stepped forth. It was tall, but not very tall; slender, with bulbous, sticky fingers that shone pink where the light struck them, and a glinting, rubbery blue-green skin. Tendrils of wispy white hair clung to its deer-like dewlap, and black antennae glistened where the light hit.

The figure crawled from the rubble and stood upright, glancing around, and then spoke in a mild, confused tone, its voice gentle. Large, black eyes blinked, a reflection of Pisces' water dancing over them.

"...Where am I?" he asked, bewilderedly. He sounded very alone, and even a little afraid. From the pile of snow and rock behind him, creatures--perhaps dropped from the hole above--began to spring out, peering around wide-eyed before racing past those present and into the tunnels behind. Caribou--brown ones, and white ones--little snow-white ptarmigan, and pure white Arctic hares--all tumbled past, clearly afraid.

"Oh!" cried the stranger. "My creatures!" He took a few stumbling steps after them, then halted, as if knowing he could not catch them.

Behind him, as the last of the snowflakes settled, a massive contraption became visible: a sled, of sorts, but studded at the forefront with a large glowing emerald, a sack strapped to the sleigh's rear. The alien creature turned, picking through the wreckage and lifting a large and jagged red gem that seemed to glow in Pisces' light, and inspected it. "...Now I can't tell who's been good, and bad," he lamented.

He looked toward Aeroth, toward Dezba and Astaroth, and hope crossed his face. "...Will you help me?"