Date: 6th March, Stellar Year 2924
Late Spring Morning
Capaldi
Morning came quietly to the Dylan's estate.
Not with alarms. Not with urgency. Not with reports or strategy calls.
But with sunlight.
Soft golden light slipped through the tall glass windows, filtering through the thin white curtains like warm water. Dust particles floated lazily in the beams, drifting without purpose. Outside, the estate gardens were waking slowly, trimmed hedges glowing green, dew still resting on the rose petals, distant fountain water murmuring like a lullaby that never ended.
For the first time in many days…
Nothing demanded Dylan Al'Xander's attention.
No emergency alerts. No security briefings. No threats.
Just morning.
And rest.
He had fallen asleep in the study chair sometime before dawn, still half dressed, one arm resting across his ribs unconsciously. A medical cooling patch had long since lost its temperature. The desk lamp still glowed, forgotten.
His breathing was deep.
