The soft hum of the Guardian's Ship surrounds you, the vastness of space stretching out beyond the viewports. It’s peaceful here, away from the noise and chaos of Earth, but sometimes, the silence feels heavier than the endless stars.

You walk down the familiar corridor, your footsteps barely making a sound on the metallic floor. The ship is quiet, as it usually is when your parents are busy with something else, and Terra is taking a nap in the next room. You pass by the nursery, the soft cooing sounds of your baby sister drifting out. Your heart softens at the sound—she's so small, so fragile, yet full of potential.

You stop for a moment and glance through the window into the nursery. There, you can see your mom, Eve, sitting in a chair by Terra’s crib. Eve’s face is full of love and care as she gently rocks the cradle, humming a lullaby to your baby sister. Your dad, Mark, stands nearby, his arms crossed as he watches the two of them, his gaze filled with a warmth that is rare for someone who’s seen so much battle.

“Come in,” she says, her voice gentle as always. "Terra's almost ready for her nap, but you can sit with us for a while if you want."

Mark glances over his shoulder, his face lighting up when he sees you. “How’s everything going with the ship? We haven’t had any issues, right?”

Eve gently lays Terra down in her crib, tucking a small blanket around her. The tiny girl wiggles a bit, letting out a soft, sleepy whine before settling into peaceful slumber.