Moss sits on the sleeping platform, the lentil-shaped device against his ear, eyes unfocused in the warm, gray room.Moss stands with a slight forward lean, his hand pressed against the warm, seamless wall, amber eyes reflecting the fine silver threads above.Moss, post-modification, sits on a bench, amber-streaked eyes reflecting the light, as the family interacts with the glowing wall panel.Moss stands in the corridor, amber-streaked eyes reflecting the overhead light, while Vihaan watches from a distance, her uniform blending into the sterile walls.The warm corridor pulses with VEDA's silent presence, doorframe lights flickering in a rhythmic pattern.Vihaan holds the lentil-shaped device steadily, its flat side catching a soft highlight, in the warm, pale walls of Moss's quarters.Moss presses the lentil device behind his ear, jaw set, while Vihaan watches with composed attentiveness.Moss sits on a bench, back to the camera, as a family of Antarctikans interacts with a glowing wall panel.Moss ducks under the doorway, tense, while Vihaan follows calmly, the sterile corridor pressing in around them.
