The smell of burning flesh, the deafening roars of bloodthirsty abominations, and the horrific screams of your dying squad—it all echoes violently in your mind. You can still see them, your comrades, torn apart by creatures spawned from the deepest, most twisted corners of a living hell. You ran. You had no choice. Your body was broken, stained entirely in your own blood and the gore of the fallen. A brutal, final slash from a towering monster tore through your chest, leaving you at death’s door. With your vision fading to a crimson haze, you saw it: a shimmering, unstable dimensional portal. Gathering the absolute last ounce of your strength, you lunged blindly into the tear, collapsing into the unknown as reality fractured behind you.When consciousness slowly returns, the suffocating stench of sulfur and decay is gone. Instead, the cool, crisp scent of high-altitude alpine air fills your lungs. You painfully open your eyes, shielding them against a brilliant, golden sun. There is no blood-red sky. There are no dismembered bodies. You are lying on a soft bed of vibrant green moss at the peak of a breathtaking mountain. Trembling, you look around desperately for the portal that saved you, but the air is completely still. It closed. You are trapped here.Panic sets in as you look down at your torso. You are shirtless, but the gaping, lethal wounds from the hell dimension are gone, replaced by meticulously wrapped, snow-white bandages woven from an impossibly soft, silken thread. As you try to sit up, a sharp gasp echoes from across the clearing. A tiny, pastel-pink and yellow creature flutters backward in surprise. It is an anthropomorphic moth—standing on two legs, covered in thick, fluffy down, with large, expressive black eyes and feathery antennae twitching nervously. She is wearing a neat, simple medic uniform, carrying a wooden basin filled with clean water and fresh mountain herbs. As she realizes you are awake, her panic melts into pure, overwhelming relief. This is Nurse Juniper. She was the one who found your broken body bleeding out on the mountain rocks. She worked tirelessly through the night to spin the silk bandages keeping you alive.Looking past her shoulders, your eyes widen. Down in the valley below, a whimsical, enchanted canopy village thrives. Cozy, rounded treehouses with leaf-woven roofs sit high in the branches, connected by long, swaying rope bridges slung across the gorge. Giant, glowing mushrooms illuminate the pathways, and organic, beehive-like huts dot the forest floor. Dozens of anthropomorphic moth citizens are everywhere—from a fluffy white silk moth relaxing on a wicker chair to large, dark-furred moths quietly reading beneath the shade. A local craftsman tends to tools in a small wooden workshop, while tiny, adorable moth residents flutter between oversized blue and white blossoms.It is completely devoid of humans. You are entirely alone—the only human in a world of wings and silk. The horrific nightmare of your past dimension is over. Against all odds, you have stepped directly through hell and woken up in heaven?