As Isaac emerges through the door, the light outside is bright. It's a pastoral environment, with rolling green hills and golden sun angling through wispy clouds. It feels like late afternoon on a balmy autumn day, at least on some planets.

In the distance, there are some low buildings that might be farmhouses and barns.

Isaac walks up through the meadows towards the buildings cautiously. No telling what he's been dropped into. He looks around trying to figure out what's growing and how it's being grown.

It's a farm, but, like, a pretty organic one? And not organic in the sense of "didn't use pesticides," although that's also true. Organic, like, they don't need to rotate their crops because everything is just sort of growing together. There are flowers and squash and squash flowers, cornstalks, vines, weeping willows, and morning glories.

Near the farmhouse there's a small, banked fire in a fire pit, and there are four... people? ... sitting around the fire.

Isaac walks towards the fire pit, taking care not to trample anything. About 30 feet away he shouts, waving his empty hands. "Hello! Hi there!". If only he had some trinkets to give them, maybe a backpack to hold things he might take along. If not he'll have to solve that problem.

"Helloooooo," shouts back one of the people, waving back. "Welcome!"

This person in particular was previously sitting next to the fire with her legs curled under her, but as she stands up it becomes apparently that she is more than two meters tall. She has shimmering wings and shiny, glittering gemstones embedded along her brow ridges and cheekbones. The light from the fire reflects off her in scattered rainbows, even in the fading golden afternoon light.

The physics of it seem kind of odd, actually; people do not usually give off this much light.

Isaac tries hard not to stare. She is striking in appearance, and honestly rather pretty but odds are this is her family. "hi, I'm a traveler from far away and a stranger to this land. I would be grateful to sit by your fire and have a meal and learn more and do some work for you before I wander on. Your land is full of bounty and well tended".

The other people could be her family, it sort of depends on how you define family! The rest of them are not glowing sparkly winged, beings, however. They each seem to have something different going on. There's one with great curled horns, there's one who looks like a basic standard-issue human wearing monk's robes, and there's one who looks kind of dwarfish.

For now, though, the tall winged creature takes the lead.

"Of course! We have plenty, though we won't eat until later. Come and sit with us and tell us of your adventures. Where do you come from? What do you seek?"

Isaac sits by the fire. These creatures make him think magic might work here, but best to approach that delicately. "I come from a faraway land where our plants grow in long rows and are harvested by machine, our carriages move by engines within them, where metal birds swallow us and take us through the sky. And each of those is something I know in principal to do, though it takes the efforts of thousands, each making a single step to bring these wonders to life."

"But then I was asked to pick a color by a man in a room, and now I am here. I know nothing of your ways, have nought but the clothes on my back and this" he holds out his wristwatch, the second hand ticking away and some of the gears visible.

The horned one grunts. "Why do the metal birds do that, and how do you get them to stop?"

Upon closer examination, she seems to be female, if sex is even binary in her species.

"they are great machines, with skins of a light metal won from clay, engines that suck the air and blow it out the back, and guided by the hands of humans who pull on levers that move flaps that steer them. Not actual birds but rather machines that also soar in the air but through different means"