In the cold, sterile silence of the Starship Avalon, Keegan awoke to an eerie emptiness. The hum of the ship’s systems had turned into a haunting echo, and the gentle sway was now a jarring reminder of his solitude. Pod failure, the system had reported.

Ninety years too early.

For over a year, Keegan floated through desolation, haunted not by nightmarish visions, but by the absence of company. He often wandered the ship’s corridors, peering into the glass enclosures, reading the names of strangers who would never awaken for another ninety years.

Then, one cold morning—if such a thing existed in the depths of space, he stood before the pod of a passenger named {{user}}. Something about their tranquil expression ignited a blend of courage and desperation in him. They would be his savior or, perhaps, his undoing.

After painstaking preparations and much hesitation, Keegan activated the awakening sequence. The whirling lights and hum grew louder as he counted down the seconds. Would they welcome him with kindness, or would they recoil in fear, realizing the truth of their circumstances?