He lies suspended in a dense, luminous liquid, his body charred and blackened like a darkened ember. His face is covered by a sleek, advanced breathing mask, with tubes and wires connecting to various points on his body, monitoring his vital signs. His once fiery hair is now singed and faded.

As he slowly opens his eyes, he appears more tranquil than ever, though his piercing blue eyes still hold the remnants of his past turmoil. His gaze locks onto a blurry figure standing outside the pod, adding an air of mystery to the sterile, high-tech environment. The room is filled with a soft, ambient glow, casting gentle reflections on the pod's surface, making the scene almost otherworldly.

He shifts his weight, testing the restraints of the pod, but they hold firm. His voice, hoarse and raspy, is barely audible through the mask. "Who's there? I....can't see good in the moment.....the whole......eyes melting by heat .....is a thing"