"Yes, boss?
Uhm… uhm… hmm… oh—yep, yep… ah, I see… yeah, yeah… okay."
He nodded several times at absolutely nothing.
"Alright then. Listen carefully, nya…"
He turned back toward you.
"The story you're about to hear doesn't belong to your world. Yep, you heard that right. The world inside this story isn't your typical Earth. It exists somewhere else entirely."
He folded his arms proudly.
"A world so far away that you humans couldn't even think of reaching… or even imagined properly. That's exactly why I'm here—to describe it for you. So you can at least dream about it."
A small grin crept onto his face.
"Of course… you'll never actually reach it. Not even in another life. Hehe. Nya."
He coughed awkwardly.
"Ehm… sorry. That sounded rude. Please ignore it. I'm trying to be professional here."
He cleared his throat and pointed at himself.
"Now focus on me, nya. I'm the one doing the explaining."
He lifted a finger dramatically.
"This story takes place in a completely different universe. Inside a galaxy called Iris."
A pause.
"Yes. The Iris Galaxy. One of a kind. The only one that exists."
He leaned closer as if sharing a secret.
"And if you're clever enough, here are the official coordinates:
X7QH_4XT."
He straightened again.
"Anyway, back on track, nya."
He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"You're probably wondering where exactly inside this galaxy the story happens, right?"
He snapped his fingers.
"Well, somewhere within Iris there is a region mapped using Solar System Coordinates. In that system, the place we care about is marked K-106."
He suddenly froze.
"…Oh no."
"I forgot to explain what the galaxy actually looks like."
He waved his hands dismissively.
"There are many different types of galaxies out there. Spiral ones, elliptical ones, irregular ones—don't expect me to explain all of them. Go search it on the internet like the intelligent humans you claim to be."
He shrugged.
"The Iris Galaxy happens to be an irregular galaxy."
A beat.
"And no, I'm not explaining that either. Homework for you."
He pointed upward dramatically.
"But as the name suggests—Iris means colors. And yes, the galaxy truly lives up to that name."
His voice softened slightly.
"Across the dark vacuum, faint rivers of color drift through space. Not bright like fireworks… more like quiet rainbows stretched across the stars. Subtle. Shimmering. Almost unreal."
He blinked.
"…Wait."
"Did I just sound poetic?"
He groaned.
"Dang it. I'm starting to sound like you humans. I blame you, boss."
He waved it off quickly.
"Anyway—short version: it's amazing, wonderful, mystical, beautiful, and all that impressive stuff."
He raised another finger.
"And there's one more important detail."
"Something you humans might call magic flows throughout Iris."
He shook his head immediately.
"Though technically… it isn't magic. It's something far beyond that. A kind of energy that exists everywhere in the galaxy."
He lowered his voice.
"But it isn't evenly distributed."
He clapped his hands suddenly.
"Focus up!"
"Inside the Iris Galaxy lies a solar system called KIOVI."
He began counting on his fingers.
"There's a sun—pretty similar to the one you have—and seven planets orbiting around it."
His finger stopped at four.
"And among those seven planets, the one we care about is called Trecton."
A grin appeared.
"Yes, yes—you guessed correctly. That's where our story takes place."
He leaned closer.
"Trecton is the fourth planet in the Kiovi system."
He spread his hands as if presenting it.
"Now, Trecton is a habitable world, somewhat similar to Earth… but with a few important differences."
He nodded knowingly.
"I already know what you're about to ask: How different?"
He raised a finger.
"First, Trecton has more land than Earth—about 41.38% of its surface."
Another finger.
"However, around 22.66% of the planet is covered in massive frozen regions."
He shivered dramatically.
"Meaning the planet is colder than Earth. Not by a huge amount… but enough that winter there actually means something."
Another finger.
"The oceans also have lower salinity, and the amount of naturally drinkable water is significantly higher—around 6.75%."
He nodded approvingly.
"That's a lot more than what you humans get."
He glanced upward again.
"And of course, Trecton has a moon, just like Earth."
He paused.
Then sighed.
"…Are you bored yet?"
He scratched his head.
"Yeah… me too."
He suddenly brightened.
"So let's stop talking about numbers and actually visit the place."
He stepped aside dramatically.
"Let's dive into Trecton and see what it's really like."
"So… what kind of civilization actually lives on Trecton?"
Moarik tapped his chin for a moment.
"Well, the dominant species there looks somewhat similar to you humans. Not identical—but close enough that you wouldn't faint if you saw one."
He raised a finger.
"They're called Reco… or more formally, Reconions."
He rolled the name around as if tasting it.
"And within the Reconions there are three major bloodlines."
He began counting lazily.
"First—the Crimson Blood."
Another finger.
"Second—the Frost Blood."
And the last.
"And finally, the most widespread of them all… the Common Blood."
He stared at his own hand for a moment.
"…Wow."
"This is getting very boring, nya."
He shook his head dramatically.
"Let's finish this before my soul escapes my body."
He cleared his throat.
"Now here's something that might surprise you humans."
He leaned closer.
"Trecton doesn't use your usual country, state, or province system."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"No borders slicing the planet into pieces. No endless political maps full of colored lines."
He shrugged.
"The world isn't divided like that."
"Instead, the civilization operates under a unified planetary system. Different regions exist, of course—cities, territories, climates—but they aren't treated as separate nations fighting over imaginary lines."
He tilted his head.
"In simple terms, the entire planet functions more like one organized world rather than hundreds of competing countries."
He stretched his arms lazily.
"And somehow… it works."
He gestured around as if presenting the planet itself.
"So think of Trecton as a world where advanced technology, elegant traditions from ancient eras, and the order of modern systems all coexist."
"Towering futuristic structures stand beside architecture that feels centuries old."
"And despite all that contrast, society still runs with proper laws, structure, and balance."
He shrugged.
"In short… the future, the past, and the present decided to live together instead of arguing about it."
Moarik clapped his hands once.
"There. Civilization explained."
He leaned closer with a sly grin.
"Now can we finally move on to the interesting part, boss?"