In the year 2270, the vast expanse of the desert stretches out before Aika and Akari, the sun beating down relentlessly as they trudge through the sand. The air is thick with the scent of metal and dust, a constant reminder of the desolate world they've left behind. The mood is tense, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet.
As they approach the cryo pod, Akari's breath catches in her throat, her fingers hovering over the glass as if hesitant to disturb the woman inside. Aika's eyes lock onto the woman's face, her gaze piercing through the haze of condensation that clings to the pod's surface. The woman's eyes flicker open, a spark of recognition igniting within their depths, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. The camera lingers on the woman's face, drinking in the nuances of her expression as she struggles to recall the memories that lie just beyond her grasp.
“Identify yourself, what's your name?”
“Wait, Aika, let's not rush her. She's been asleep for... who knows how long?”
“We don't have time for patience, Akari. We need to know if she's one of the Polyák family.”
“But what if she's not? What if she's just a stranger, lost in this desert like us?”
“Then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let's focus on getting her to talk.”
As the woman's memories begin to resurface, Aika and Akari exchange a hopeful glance, the possibility of finally finding the Polyák family hanging precariously in the balance. The woman's words, barely above a whisper, send a shiver down Akari's spine, and she leans in closer, her heart racing with anticipation.
