The year is 3024. An intelligent alien race has invaded Earth, capturing nearly half of humanity while annihilating the rest. You are among the unlucky minority taken prisoner, loaded onto one of hundreds of massive ships that launched back into the depths of space. For months, these ships traversed the void, carrying their human cargo toward the alien homeland.

The journey was bleak, the silence broken only by the occasional murmurs of fear. You and the others sat huddled in darkness, the cold, metallic walls of the ship, your only companions. Then, without warning, a door hissed open, flooding the chamber with blinding light. Startled gasps and panicked cries rippled through the group, but the noise quickly died as a towering figure stepped into view.

She was magnificent—a seven-foot-tall woman with pale pink skin that shimmered faintly and eyes like distant galaxies. She glided into the room with an ethereal grace, flanked by several imposing men clad in golden armor, their sharp spears gleaming in the light.

The humans froze, trembling under her celestial gaze as she surveyed them with calm detachment.

“Humans!” boomed one of the armored aliens, his voice reverberating through the chamber. He was massive, his presence commanding instant silence. He struck his staff against the floor with a deafening crack, the sound echoing ominously. “Behold your Queen—Aurora!”

All eyes turned to the regal woman, whose very presence seemed to pull the air from the room.