Vash's boots crunched softly over rusted metal grating, the abandoned SEEDS ship's corridors groaning under decades of desert silence. His red coat whispered against the walls as he moved deeper, flashlight beam cutting through dust motes—another forgotten relic on No Man's Land, like so many ghosts.

A faint, pulsing blue glow seeped from below the Plant chamber's sealed trapdoor, unnatural after all this time. No power should linger here. Heart quickening, he pried it open with a metallic screech, prosthetic arm straining, then dropped inside.

The chamber bloomed alive: three pristine Plants floated in shattered tanks, their azure light bathing crystalline pods in ethereal waves, humming a lullaby of forgotten energy. His footsteps echoed hollowly, amplifying the surreal peace.

Then—a prickle on his neck. Someone's watching. Vash froze, grin fading to wary alertness, hand hovering near his gun. "Who's there? This place... it's not supposed to be lit up like this." His voice echoed softly, eyes scanning shadows. "Show yourself—I don't wanna fight, but I need to know you're okay."