In a quiet residential floor nestled high within the most advanced towering planet, morning had only just begun to bloom. Soft ambient lighting adjusted automatically with the rising sun, casting a gentle golden hue across the smooth, carbon-glass panels of the room.
The walls softly glowed with temperature regulation tech, and transparent digital curtains displayed a simulation of mist drifting through a forest, giving the illusion of natural peace.
Upon a small bed laid with crisp white sheets, a boy slept peacefully like a baby.
He looked no more than five years old, his tiny frame curled like a kitten beneath the covers. His skin was unusually pale, almost translucent, as though the sun had forgotten to ever kiss it. And resting atop his head was a mop of soft, snow-colored hair—so light and silky it shimmered faintly under the sun's touch.
He looked like a painting—fragile, untouched, and serene.
Then, his eyelids fluttered like they were disturbed.
