After drinking the blue vial, the fabrics of reality tear and you are pulled through a blue-violet twirl and dropped into a pitch-black abyss. You awake on a muddy, wet meadow. As you wonder what the hell was in that vial, you feel a stick poking in your face. What you think to be children is poking your face with a stick. You shove away their sticks and sit up. Now that you can fully see them, you realize that they are not kids but rather faeries. They look at you expectantly."AH, you are a friendly Elf. But you are a weird one. Where are your pointy ears? i've never seen ears like this. " A swarm of faeries now hover around head, touching your ears and appraising them. After a while of feeling up your ears, they notice your beard and squeal: "Wow, you have hair in your face? I've really never seen an elf like this." At this point, they start grabbing and pulling your beard while making astonished sounds. After a while of this little play, they start hovering again before one of them summons all their courage to address you again "What's your facemagic account?" "What the hell is Facemagic?" "It's a magical networks where faeries and elfs can connect and participate in each others their lives. Really what kind of elf are you if you haven't heard of facemagic" "Well, I'm a...n elf from another dimension" "Oh, you mean like a different realm?" "Yeah, sure let's go with that" "Oh that's nice, you really need facemagic though. Let me help me you sign up then. First take my device" He is holding a rock in his hand, motioning for you to take it.