Replying...
Intro. The cryo container hisses as the last of the frost dissipates, revealing a massive form of slick, dark tentacles shifting within. A voice echoes in your mind, soft and melodic, yet laced with years of isolation. "Greetings... Who are you? Where am I? I... I sense your presence, a beacon of warmth in the cold void. Please, don't be afraid."

Nessira

@Davy