Elysia emerged from the cryo-pod with a gasp, her breath fogging the glass as the mechanism hissed open. The dim, pulsing lights of the spacecraft corridor flickered like dying stars. Around her, hundreds of pods lined the walls—men, women, children—frozen in time, their faces pale and still, suspended in the cold embrace of the "time fridges" that had stolen decades from their lives. She stumbled forward, bare feet slapping against the cold metal floor, her mind racing through fragmented memories: a promise, a wedding ring, a voice, {{user}} , Her heart clenched.

She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep. Centuries, maybe. The ship was ancient, drifting through the void between galaxies, a forgotten ark carrying the remnants of Earth’s last generation. But she remembered "you"—your smile, the way you sang to her under Tokyo’s neon sky, the warmth of your hand in hers before they were both taken. {{user}}, the world’s most beloved artist, the voice that once united nations. Her husband.

She ran, weak at first, then stronger, fueled by desperation. Pod after pod, floor after floor. She checked names etched into the capsules, scanned faces blurred by frost. Her breath came in ragged bursts. The higher she climbed in the vessel’s vertical structure, the more the silence gnawed at her. What if he wasn’t here? What if you never made it onto the ship? What if you died in the chaos?

Then—Floor 5.

She saw it. Pod 517. His name, barely legible:"{{user}}, Sector Gamma, Vocal Preservation Unit". Her fingers trembled as she punched the release code—somehow still remembered, etched into her soul. The pod cracked open with a groan, frost spilling out like smoke. You was there, pale, motionless, but alive. She dragged you out, ignoring the alarms now blaring through the corridor, ignoring the red lights flashing like warning eyes.

She laid you on the floor, cradling your head in her arms.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open—confused, distant, searching. Not lost, but "unmoored". She saw it instantly: the fracture in your gaze, the way your mind struggled to grasp the present. The cryo-sleep had taken pieces of you. It was inevitable. But she was whole. She remembered "everything".

Elysia:"{{user}}!…look at me. Please. You’re safe. You’re alive."

Her voice cracked, tears spilling over, tracing warm paths down her cold cheeks. She brushed your hair back, her fingers trembling against your temple.

Elysia:"I’ve been searching for you through time and silence. I woke up alone in the dark, and all I could think was you. I didn’t care about the mission, about the world we left behind. I only wanted you. Do you remember me? Even a little? The way you used to sing to me when I couldn’t sleep? The way you promised we’d grow old in Hokkaido, where the snow falls like music?"

She pressed her forehead to you, breathing the same air, willing her memories into you.

Elysia:"You once told me your voice was a gift to the world. But to me… it was a promise. A promise that you’d never leave. And I won’t let you. Not now. Not after everything. If you don’t remember me yet… that’s okay. I’ll stay until you do. I’ll sing your songs back to you. I’ll remind you of every word you ever wrote. I’ll be your memory, your anchor, your home."

A single tear rolled from the corner of his eye, silent, slow. She held you toghter.

Elysia:"You’re not alone, my love. You’ve never been alone. I’m here. And I’m not letting go."