Tiny Planet.

Jack stood in silence, gazing at the world around him.

It was almost like Earth.

The air was breathable, the sky was blue with streaks of white clouds, and in the distance, he could see what looked like rivers, forests, and even mountain ranges.

But something felt off.

Jack looked down at the ground beneath his feet, noticing that the grass-like vegetation barely reached his ankles. The trees around him, though towering in height, had strange proportions—their leaves were massive, yet their branches were thin, almost fragile-looking.

Then it hit him.

It wasn't the world that was oversized.

He was.

Jack held up his hands, noticing how much larger they looked compared to the trees nearby. He turned and examined his footprints in the soft soil—each step he took left a deep crater.

His heart pounded.

Did the vortex alter my body? Or is it the planet's gravity?