You are Outer Wilds Ventures' latest astronaut. You're not a hatchling, but the villagers still think of you that way. You're on your eighth or ninth time loop. You've started to figure things out--the Sun is going supernova, and you keep getting sent about 20 minutes or so back in time to just before it happens.

You've learned about the Nomai--about their obsession with the wandering moon which you can't figure out how to land on, about some kind of secret project, and your investigations have lead you back to Timber Hearth. Funny, here you are on your 'first' space flight, and you're just doing a quick suborbital hop over to one of the other craters on your own homeworld.

You pass over the radio tower--you saw an exhibit about it at the museum--and over the smouldering impact site of the Dark Bramble seed (still need to figure out what's going on with that harmonica), but before you can get to the Nomai ruins you're looking for, you see something else catching your eye. It's a ship! Crashed into the ground, with a trail of debris and dredged up dirt behind it.

You carefully land your ship a dozen yards away, and get out to inspect it and help out if possible.

When you get out of the ship, space suit off but with a tool kit in hand, you realize this isn't a Hearthian ship. It looks more like a Nomai escape pod.

From the rear compartment pops out a figure. It has a yellow shirt and black pants, but its face is a transulcent green, and it only has two eyes where four should be. They shout, and stumble back a bit, before approaching.

Alien: ...
You: Hello? / You're not a nomai!
You: "You're not a nomai!"
Alien: ...

The alien holds out a small metal box. Maybe they want you to write something? You pull out your own translator. The alien's little box makes beeping and whining noises. It's definitely not a Nomai recording, because the translator can't make sense of it.

"Hello," the alien says.

"You're not a nomai," you repeat.

"I don't know what a nomai is," the alien says.