I, Pauli Paisley, came to be on a peculiar planet. This is the world I will come to know, and a world I will change forever.

I could not always sky high enough above this planet to see its unusual shape and tail, looking a little like my own form. Dipping and diving over its colorful landscape. The lush green OtherWorld l, where a great Queen birthed others like me in a forest of purple pomegranates, orange persimmons, and, of course, the towering Mother Cypress. Its colorful flora reflecting my and its own recently restored purple and persimmon colors. You see, a disturbing purge occurred here and in what was once the OtherWorld’s lush salt marsh edge - a fertile frolicking and feeding ground for creatures of sea, land and air.

But now, I, Pauli, pull hard and high over this dark stench of land and water the marsh has become. The NetherZone - or ‘NZ,’ as its destitute inhabitants derisively refer to it - is now home to those forced urbanite descendants of the OtherWorld’s forest-loving Pagoos. The Industrial NZ fueling the towering white city above - and receiving its waste. I glide down towards the end of the peninsula and over the high imposing walls of shiny white Paisepolis, home of the Pompoo elites and their enthralled followers.

As I soar over the walls, a mysterious character of the NZ streets glides on a makeshift hoverboard up the wall, spray can in hand, leaving a tag shaped a little like me on the pristine white wall as soldiers above prepare to set loose tracker drones. Then, near the top, our boarder pulls a tight u-turn, finishing a design of resistance and escaping into the dark NZ alleys below.

Within the city walls, I see preparations for a special day: a parade for the people of Paisepolis and a glorious party for the Prince and Pompoo elite. This special day celebrates the ascension of the great peacock Queen outnof the OtherWorld and over the city - granting power to the Pompoo King that has extended for two generations to the current, somewhat diminished Prince. The myth that has so enthralled the people and elevated the Pompoos is constantly reinforced by the decorations of the city: peacocks adorning buildings and diminished symbols of paisley offspring printed on the very garb and tattooed on the skin of the inhabitants. You see I, Pauli Paisley, could not always fly, or even crawl or squirm or slink. And I did not always wear such a colorful palette. Well, perhaps I did at birth, but that was likely short-lived and unfulfilled - and notably filled with pain. Of all this, we will learn more together. As I enter an elevated villa in a glorious Paisepolis tower, we travel back in time through a window. Because my story begins on pants - and within a particular pattern.