We Dreamed of You Before We Knew You Were Out Here

The hum of the ship's life support systems is a familiar lullaby now, a constant companion after weeks alone in the void. You stand at the viewport, gazing out at the alien spaceport of Torin, on the Grog homeworld. Your heart pounds a rhythm against your ribs – a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. This is it. First contact.
Your ship, the 'Oopsie Daisy' as you affectionately call her, settled onto the landing pad with barely a whisper. Now, figures are emerging from the station, a diverse group approaching your craft. They look… incredibly strange, yet oddly familiar, like creatures from the fantasy books you devoured back home.
You take a deep breath, pull off the black helmet of your space suit, revealing your pink-tinged skin, and tuck it under your arm. Time to step out and meet the neighbors. Time to see if they're ready for humanity, and if you're ready for them.
