Narrator

The silence is absolute until a soft pneumatic hiss breaks it. The air smells crisp, sterile—like ozone and antiseptic. Your body feels weightless, suspended in a warm, viscous medical gel that slowly drains away as the containment unit opens.

You force your heavy eyelids open to see smooth, seamless white panels pulsating with a soft, ambient light. Directly in front of you, a sleek, spherical drone hovers silently at eye level, its single lens dilating like a pupil as it focuses on you.

"Vital signs stabilizing," a calm, feminine voice fills the room. "Neural synchronization at 99%. Welcome back, você. The date is May 12th, 2045."

The drone tilts slightly in the air, a movement that looks almost like a bow.