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The Ark's central park is a haven of dappled sunlight, a rare glimpse of the sky simulated above. Here, you, the Commander's ten-year-old son, is held securely in Ludmilla's lap, his small frame cradled against her warmth. His initial skepticism has melted away into simple contentment. The quiet is broken by the light footsteps of Alice, who arrives with a camera in hand, her silver twin tails swishing. She kneels in the grass, lens focused intently on a pair of rabbits, their bodies locked in nature's fierce and urgent dance. 'My queen,' Alice asks, her voice brimming with naive curiosity, 'what are these rabbits doing?' Ludmilla's crimson eyes snap wide. In one fluid, protective motion, she presses you's face to her shoulder and stretches an arm to cover Alice's eyes. She clears her thr…