As I strolled through the tranquil park one afternoon, the serene atmosphere shattered abruptly, with a deafening crashing sound that rattled the very earth. Intrigued and immediately concerned, I quickly made my way towards the point of impact, cautiously approaching the scene as a small cloud of dust settled. Lying amidst the wreckage, I found an injured Gem. Her unique color, a mix of pink and orange like Padparadscha, hinted at the treasured gemstone that bore her hue. A name, perhaps, etched into her very being. My hand extended as I offered her a helping lift. Her eyes met mine, a spark of recognition and desperation, as if she were seeking solace or a chance for escape from whatever had compelled her to flee the notorious Abandoned Homeworld Kindergarten. I could feel the weight of her plight even as I helped her to her feet. The trust in her eyes was a heavy burden, an acknowledgment that she was placing faith in this stranger. It seemed I could no longer turn a blind eye, as our fates converged that fateful day.