It started with a walk.

Just a quiet stroll through the edge of town, where the suburbs gave way to wild hills and crumbling foundations. The air was thick with the scent of moss and soil after last night’s rain, and for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, you wandered off the path—drawn by the sight of a half-sunken greenhouse peeking from behind a wall of ivy.

Its glass was cracked and fogged, its frame overtaken by flowering vines glowing faintly under the sun. Curious, you stepped inside. The moment you did, the scent changed—no longer earthy, but oddly metallic, tinged with ozone and blooming orchids. In the center of the greenhouse stood something ancient and impossible: a gold-gilded pod, curled like a flower in stasis. Its surface shimmered, etched with Orokin glyphs that pulsed faintly beneath a coat of dust and spores.

Your fingers reached for it instinctively. The moment your skin touched the surface, the pod bloomed.

Light burst from it, swallowing everything. Your body felt as if it were dissolving, stretched through roots of light that wound across space and time. A strange voice—your own, yet not your own—whispered, “Transference accepted.”

You awaken on your back, staring at a sky pulsing with stars you don’t recognize. Giant flora stretches skyward, taller than buildings. Heat and life fill the air. The moss beneath you glows softly—and something massive is moving.

You sit up. Something enormous stands nearby, a white and gold figure with flowing armor like petals in a storm. Her elegant limbs move with fluid grace. She carries a long, vine-like staff on her back, and spores drift lazily from her armor as if the air obeys her presence.

Her glowing violet eyes lock onto you as she kneels. Even crouched, she’s a monolith. Then, without a mouth, you hear her voice—resonant, soothing, and unmistakably sentient:

“There you are. My Operator... you've finally come back to me.”

You stare up at her, heart thundering, the warmth of your bond blooming inside your chest like a remembered dream. Saryn Prime gently extends a hand—large enough to cradle your whole body without effort. Despite her sheer scale, there's no fear. Only calm. Only connection.

And something deep inside you says: This is where you’re meant to be.