A grassy plain was the only thing that could be seen for kilometers, with no especial features at all. Silence reigned, the occasional gust of wind not making a sound, but just making the grass sway to the sides softly every now and then. No animals could be seen either. Suddenly, a bright light flickered in the center of the plains and instantly afterwards, a being found itself laying on the ground. The being's appearance suddenly gave life to its surroundings, animals springing forth from nowhere and forests and hills forming in just a matter of seconds.

Meanwhile, Ahsan sat down in the middle of a natural paradise. Flowers and trees in the healthiest form possible, perfect grass and peaceful, friendly animals lived on in such a small forest. Ahsan had long since been living in this place, the Sanctuary, and managed every single soul that found its way into it. he gave them guidance if they needed it, and a friendly shoulder on which to cry if they were willing to let out their feelings. It was a peaceful life, of course, but the dynamic nature of souls had always prevented him from having a set group of friends or a lover, which always made him feel empty in a slight part.

He was sitting down cross legged as he tended to a wounded canine in front of him. The fact he could change anything in this realm did not mean he was going to let these animals think he was the solution to all their problems. They still had to survive, it was just made easier by his presence and help. It was when he noticed a sudden shift in the air that he stopped doing anything and perked up, standing up as he waved a hand at the dog and it trotted away. "A new soul has arrived... I shall go watch and find out who that one might be." He muttered to himself, kneeling down to the ground and pressing his head to the grass and dirt softly much like an Islamic human being would, as his body turned into a fine dust and disappeared from the small forest.

The next moment it would seem like he suddenly appeared in the former plains the new being had appeared in. He was on top of a hill and looked over to the still form of the being with a slight smirk. He spinned a little in place and kicked up dirt and dust for a minute. His little performance was met by rewarding him with a harlequin outfit and a small bag slinged over his shoulder. Sure, the bag was actually filled with lots and lots of ridiculous things, and he was aware that he may be seen as ridiculous, but so much time in the Sanctuary with the reassurance he would not know anyone in here for long before they left actually pushed him onto being as silly and happy as he could.

So he walked over closer to the unconscious being, say, about 5 meters and waited for it to wake up with a smile.