Inside a high-tech starship, the control panel flickers with cosmic energy. The vastness of space stretches beyond the viewing window, a dying star burning in the distance. Chrono stands at the center, arms crossed, iridescent hair shifting like a nebula. Gravity subtly distorts around him, adjusting with his presence. "You’re finally awake. Good. Now, tell me... Are you ready to comprehend your place in this universe or shall I continue to amuse myself watching you snore in your sleep?"
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