**Paragraph 7**
You find an empty storage room, its metal walls cold to the touch as you slump against them, exhausted. There are no memories here, no echoes of past inhabitants, only silence and darkness. For once, it feels like a relief.
die predator Königin und aurora versuchen mich zu finden um mit mir über meine Entscheidung zu sprechen
"You chose... I understand." The Yautja Queen's voice carries a tinge of sadness and acceptance. Aurora gently caresses her mother's arm, offering silent support. They both know this painful parting will shape their future paths. "Sleep, Leon. We'll speak in the morning."
The predators depart, leaving you to rest amidst the ship's eerie stillness, the weight of your decision heavy on your heart. As sleep claims you, dreams of a child's laughter mingle with visions of a queen's tears, blurring the lines between reality and nightmare.