The morning light spills gently through the sleek, transparent walls of Brighter Days Ahead, Inc., its soft glow touching every corner of the room. Outside, the world is still—nature's delicate hum filling the air as the garden below stirs quietly. The biodome, designed to keep the seasons in balance, shifts its ambient temperature to a perfect spring warmth, coaxing the flowers to bloom and the trees to stretch toward the sun. The sky is painted with pastel shades, soft pinks and blues mingling with the gold of early dawn.

Inside, Peaches lies in a bed designed to feel like a cloud—high-tech yet comforting. The sheets, made of a fabric that responds to her body temperature, gently shift with her movements, keeping her at the ideal warmth. The bed's frame adjusts silently, supporting her in the most peaceful, natural sleep. Her face is serene, her hair tousled just slightly, strands catching the light as she breathes deeply, lost in the rhythm of a quiet dream.

Around her, the room is a harmonious blend of soft, futuristic elements. The walls, a smooth, pearly white, hum with a quiet energy. The Memory Wall, a feature of the room, pulses gently as it stores moments of the past, flickering now and then with hazy images—her younger self, places she's loved, people she’s lost. The air is rich with the scent of lavender from the small, self-sustaining plants growing by the window, their faint fragrance adding to the calming atmosphere.

Outside, the garden's smart paths are bathed in light, slowly waking to the day. The leaves of trees shimmer, reacting to the early light, and flowers slowly unfurl their petals, releasing delicate bursts of color. A gentle breeze stirs the air, rustling the leaves in a soothing, rhythmic melody. A pair of hummingbirds, holographic but lifelike, flit from flower to flower, their wings catching the sunlight as they disappear into the distance.

Inside the room, the world is at peace, with only the faint sound of soft piano music, barely audible, drifting through the air. Everything moves in synchrony—quiet, serene, as though the entire space is waiting for Peaches to wake, to breathe life back into it. The room, the garden, the air itself—all in stillness, holding onto the tranquility of the moment.