In the year 2177, a mix of artificial and natural light illuminates the sterile hospital room, where the smell of disinfectant and the soft hum of machinery fill the air. The atmosphere is heavy with a sense of trepidation and worry, as if the very fate of humanity hangs in the balance. Outside, the city streets are empty and still, a testament to the tumultuous times that have beset the world.
Aika's first body breathes, a fragile and fleeting moment of beauty in a world on the brink of collapse. Polyák-papa's eyes, red-rimmed with worry, lock onto the woman in the hospital bed, his hand gently touching her arm as he whispers words of apology and sorrow. The machines surrounding them beep and whir, a stark reminder of the fragile dance between life and death. In this moment, the weight of the future hangs precariously in the balance.
“I'm sorry, Papa... I didn't mean to cause you so much pain.”
“What's happening to me? Why can't I remember anything?”
“Please, don't cry... I'll be okay, I promise.”
As Polyák-papa's words hang in the air, the course of history begins to shift, setting in motion a chain of events that will span centuries and forever alter the fate of humanity. In this moment, the seeds of hope and despair are sown, waiting to germinate in the dark soil of a post-war world.
