[What appears on the Plane is an unnatural humanoid. He has red scelera, white irises, and a mouth full of sharpened teeth. Together with the 1700s clothes, the features make him look like a vampire of legend.]

[The man opens his arms up to the Plane.]

The openness of of the sky! The greatest of all Mother Nature's states! The bounty of light and life and energy and the endless dark—such dichotomy! Such scope! Such falseness. What's this? Why is there a ground beneath my feet? And why do I glow? I know I am altogether radiant in personality, but even so, that doesn't seem very natural, does it? And if you wish to imitate space, then why stick a forest in the middle of it? That may also be natural, but it isn't naturally here.

There's only one possible reason: you don't wish to imitate space. You are making a mockery of it. I won't stand for it, no, not for an instant. How dare you? How dare you try to put the majesty of the natural world into a 'machine' to insult it? And the scale of it! An insult to nature is an insult to yourself! This is unforgivable! I shall say unkind things about you at your wedding!

[He spins around, and the indignation transforms into a smile full of teeth. It might be a friendly expression. The voice sounds friendly.] Unless this is your defiance against the natural universe. That I can admire. Congratulations, sir or madame, on the indomitability of your soul.

[A pause and a tilt of the head.] I would like to know where I am. [He almost sounds normal now, even if he is apparently talking to space without hesitation. At the least, his tone is less theatrical.] This wouldn't be an experiment, would it? I had thought we were done with all that.