The first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, softly illuminating the room.
Adam stirred awake, the faint hum of a distant bird song filling the air.
His eyes groggily fluttered open, landing on the silent phone lying on the nightstand.
A twinge of disappointment coursed through him—there was no message from Pratham, nor had his avatar made an appearance.
"Still nothing," he muttered, ruffling his hair as flashes of the previous night's events surged into his mind.
He remembered sending Pratham and Mikasa into the dimensional plane to expand their species.
The thought of his creations hard at work filled him with both pride and an odd sense of loneliness.
"I've gotten used to having them around," Adam admitted to himself. "It feels strange not seeing their chaotic antics every morning."
Rising from his bed, he prepared for the day ahead.
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