In the depths of the medical laboratory on Skull Island, Das stood before a cylindrical glass chamber, a modern-day Sleeping Beauty trapped within. Inside, Thea lay motionless, her form shrouded in a cocoon of wires and medical apparatus, each one a lifeline that whispered of hope and desperation. The room was awash in a sterile glow, casting an ethereal light on Thea's snow-white face, devoid of the vibrant life it once held.
Das's gaze was fixed on her, a mixture of anguish and resolve etching lines of pain across his face. His eyes, usually a wellspring of strength, now brimmed with unshed tears. His fingers reached out, touching the cold glass, a barrier he so desperately wished to shatter. In his mind, he was already cradling her, willing her back to the realm of the living with the sheer force of his will.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!