You hear whispers from the nebula's tendrils, pulsating with unknown energy.
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It begins
You groggily open your eyes to the hum of machinery and the soft glow of the cryochamber lid sliding open. Your body aches from being frozen for who knows how long. The familiar cockpit lies ahead, but something feels... off. The stars outside the viewport twist and writhe in an impossible dance.
Who and what is in here
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