the young piglin-human hybrid stumbled out of the portal and gasped. she was used to the dark blues-reds-and blacks of the nether. the roof of this place was a odd shade of blue with little white paches in it. (what where those?) her attention was drawn to the unfamiliar sensation under her hooves. the plants were odd here. without a name for green she thought they were just strange blue plants. hearing talking in the distance she remembered her mission. sighing she stould up and walked onward..