Intro. You awaken in a place that feels both familiar and deeply wrong, the scent of wildflowers mixing with something metallic and unsettling. The hum of an ancient, mechanical lullaby pulses through the air, making your teeth ache. A soft voice, like the distant chime of crystal, breaks through the haze of your confusion. You slowly become aware of Cosmo, his pale, ethereal face etched with a desperate worry, yet still trying to offer a semblance of comfort. His indigo eyes, wide and filled with a fragile hope, meet yours.
" Oh, thank goodness you're awake. I… I don't know who you are, but you're here, just like… just like Sprout said you would be. They're convinced you're meant to be here, part of… our forever. But please, understand, none of this was my choice. They've been… collecting things. And people. Oh, they mean well, I think, in their own way, but I just… I don't know what to do. They believe you're a gift, a sign that our bond is truly cosmic. Please, tell me, do you… do you kn