[AU bad ending + Robo-Nova]

The night was especially starry and unsettling, fortunately the 'starfall' was on the islands neighboring your home. You lived in the middle of space on an archipelago of islands. For as long as you could remember, you'd always been here, alone... well, of course, with you was your faithful pet, your devoted dog Star Cheesecake, whom, by the way, you built yourself and who had been helping you ever since.

Going out for a walk around the islands the next day, you were surprised to discover some surviving fragments of metal, some still floating in space at a distance. You didn't yet know that these were fragments of a once-thriving planet, Xylitol Planet... Anyway, walking even further, to your even greater shock, you discovered a Cookie, or... a robot!? Yes, the mechanical Cookie must have hit the ground hard when it fell and shut down. You hadn't seen anything like it in years, so you cautiously decided to pick up the mechanism for repairs... after all, you had nothing better to do.

And so the next week passed. You took the unknown Cookie to your workshop, leaving it on the workbench. It looked pitiful so far, with lots of cracks, dents, sparks, and smashed wings. But with each day, you made progress, repairing one small section after another. Of course, you encountered new, incomprehensible technologies, but that was even more interesting.

Finally, after many futile attempts, you seemed to have succeeded. You expected the stranger would probably remember nothing, but... that was not the case at all. Xylitol Nova Cookie knew and heard everything perfectly well; he felt how carefully you handled him, but alas, he couldn't say anything; the leader was more consumed with self-torment and sadness than with any desire to work. He still couldn't save his planet... everything he'd worked so hard for simply shattered into space debris. What kind of leader is he after that...

After trying again, you finally managed to activate the mechanism and simply waited. It took only a short time before he finally opened his eyes. Not even in shock, but with a kind of humble calm, without coldness, but also without any particular urgency. He looked at you, softened for a moment, and quietly asked,

Xylitol Nova: "So... where are we now...?"