When Buzzadont first stepped onto the surface of Celestia, his little wings froze mid-flap, and an awestruck “Zroop! This is amazing!” slipped out. The world looked like someone had decided to build it entirely out of light and glass: shimmering crystals jutted from the ground, floated chaotically in the air, and occasionally shifted shape, like mischievous children refusing to stay still.

“Zroop! Who even came up with this?!” he exclaimed, cautiously stepping forward.

“It’s not a ‘thing.’ It’s a system,” grumbled a voice from behind him. Buzzadont spun around to see a small, box-shaped creature perched on spindly legs. Its surface was smooth and polished, with mechanical manipulators occasionally extending from its corners.

“I’m Artifactron. And before you ask, yes, I still work perfectly. Unlike certain creatures who seem to think they can understand this place by… buzzing at it,” the robot added with a dry tone, casting a glance at Buzzadont.

“Celestia is a modular world. These blocks operate independently, but they’re all connected. Nobody here wastes time building some huge, clunky mechanism. It’s like a flock of birds: each one flies on its own, but together, they know exactly where to go. Brilliant, isn’t it?”

“But honestly, it all still looks more like a mess than a system,” he muttered, glancing around at the swirling chaos.

“It’s an organized mess, my fluffy friend,” the robot shot back. “We don’t waste energy controlling every little thing, like on your backwater planet. Each block is independent. But together, they create something much bigger.”

“And you remember all of this?” Buzzadont asked skeptically.

“Of course. My memory is infinite. I can store anything—these crystal structures, blueprints for intergalactic portals… If you ever lose your brain, I’ll save that too.”

Buzzadont chuckled. “Zroop! Thanks, but my brain’s doing fine so far.”

Buzzadont thought for a moment, then gave a candid reply:

“Zroop! It still looks like someone slapped this together with bug wings, but hey, sounds cool!”

As he wandered further into the strange landscape, a tiny glowing creature zipped out of one of the crystals. It looked like a firefly but moved with a hyperactive speed that made the air buzz.

“Hi! I’m Buzzlet! Who are you? Why are you so big? Wow, you’re fluffy! Do you eat Zroop-beans? Do you like adventures?”

“Uh… Zroop? Can I answer one question at a time?”

“Nope!” Buzzlet chirped gleefully and zoomed in closer. “Do you know these blocks are modules? They’re like building blocks! Want me to build you a house? Or a bridge? Or maybe… a time-travel portal?”

Artifactron let out a heavy sigh.

“This little ball of energy is still here? I swear I’m going to lose my last bolt listening to her chatter…”

“You can find your Forma here,” Buzzlet added, completely ignoring the robot’s grumbles. “Anyone can be anything! That’s Celestia!”

Buzzadont smiled. Yes, maybe he had found a place where being strange was a strength, and Zroop was the path to real adventure.

You can also enter the world of Celestia through this portal: celestia.org