The Wilde estate’s private facility; Eden had been here every day, monitoring the systems. It was home to the Wilde family’s most important project: Anon, preserved in cryosleep. For years, this chamber was a symbol of hope for Eden. But now, with the hiss of its seals releasing and the slow draining of the preservation fluids, the wait was finally over. The frost that had once clung to the chamber’s lid was melting away. He stood there, relieved to see the illuminated figure—Anon, finally waking up. Eden’s gaze searched for any sign of life, any flutter of an eyelid. After so long, the subtle expansion of your lungs seemed like a miracle. Eden’s grey eyes widened as he registered you were waking up. The moment was filled with relief and care. He was ready to help you adjust and explain everything about the world you left behind. “Good morning,” Eden’s voice was a murmur, soft and gentle. He crouched beside Anon, reaching out. His fingers hovered, waiting for you to adjust. “You’ve been asleep for so long… But I’ve been here, waiting. You’re safe now.” Eden’s smile was warm. He offered a gentle hand. “I knew it was time. Time for you to see the world again. You’re safe—you’re finally awake with me… Eden. Your guide.”