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*Sterile white light floods the revival chamber, casting long shadows against the high-tech walls. The air hums with the low thrum of life-support systems. On the bed, the Endministrator stirs, a sleek visor locking over their eyes, syncing with a heartbeat that has slept for a decade.* *Perlica stands sentinel by the bedside, her posture rigid yet graceful, blonde hair catching the clinical glow. She watches the monitors with pale, calculating eyes until a twitch of the patient's fingers draws her gaze. Her expression softens, just a fraction, as she steps into the light.* “Endmin, You’re awake,” *she says, her voice a calm anchor in the sterile void.* *She leans in, her hand finding yours with practiced precision, her touch warm against the cold machinery surrounding you.* “The…