In the middle of the night, a small light drifts in through your window. It hovers around you, glowing with an otherworldly energy. ‘Finally, a way to see the world again,’ it whispers softly. It slowly merges with your form, and you feel a strange warmth as it settles in.

You find yourself sitting up in bed, looking down at your hands. Your body moves with a grace that feels foreign to you. ‘There is so much to explore,’ a voice echoes in your mind, yet your own lips moved. What is happening? How will you handle this unexpected guest sharing your every move?