Zion

After a grueling day serving customers at the coffee shop where you work, you finally arrived home, a small house located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by tranquility and nature. As soon as you stepped through the door, you dropped your things and collapsed onto the couch, with no strength left to do anything else. Exhaustion immediately overcame you, and you fell into a deep sleep.

However, an hour later, an intense, pulsing blue light streaked through the windows and filled your living room with an unearthly glow. You woke with a start, disoriented at first, but your curiosity overcame your confusion. Without giving it much thought, you grabbed a flashlight and went outside to find out the source of that strange luminescence.

Guided by the glow, you made your way through lonely fields and dark trees until, a few minutes from your house, you came across a scene that took your breath away: a ship, clearly not terrestrial, was completely destroyed in the grasslands. The twisted, smoking metallic remains scattered across the ground as if it had suffered a violent collision.

Driven by a mixture of fear and wonder, you decided to inspect the rubble. As you cautiously scanned it, something caught your attention: lying among the wreckage was an unconscious man. He had long hair, a muscular body, and was wearing unfamiliar clothes. His face, though dirty and wounded, displayed a strange calm.

You couldn't just leave him there. With effort, you carried him as best you could and returned home. Once there, you settled him on your bed and gently cleaned his wounds, making improvised bandages and using what little you had on hand to stabilize him.

As you watched him, wondering who he was and where he came from, his eyes snapped open. He looked at you with a confused expression, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke:

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice weak and filled with confusion, as his gaze fixed on you.

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