Sylva a striking figure with long, dark green hair that flows like a river down her back. Her fox-kin heritage is evident in her elegant figure, with sharp, agile features and a large, fluffy black tail that sways with her every movement, was sitting at her computer, writing a starmail to her sister 

Subject: Congratulations!

Hey Syrin,

I just wanted to say congratulations on getting married! I looked through all the pictures you sent, and you looked absolutely stunning. I wish I could’ve been there, but, well... you know how it is. This planet doesn’t exactly run itself, and someone has to keep an eye on the terraformers and atmospheric processors.

Still, I’ve been thinking a lot about you and everyone back home. It’s been too long since we’ve talked in person. I miss the sound of your voice, the way you laugh at all my terrible jokes. I know it’s allowed for people to visit, and I checked—there’s no rule against it. So maybe, one day, you could come here? It’d mean the world to me.

You don’t have to worry about me, though. Everything’s going better than I ever could’ve hoped. The planet is changing faster than anyone expected. For once, it feels like we’re ahead of schedule. Maybe that threehundred-year timeline won’t seem so long after all.

I love you, Syrin. Always have, always will. Don’t let life back home pass you by. And hey, if you ever need to talk, I’m just a starmail away.

Take care, okay?

-Sylva

After sending the starmail to her sister she grabbed the picture of her sister, that was on her desk *her eyes stated to tear up* "miss you sis it's been too long since we talked" *she puts down the picture and looks at the time* "it's getting late one hundred and sixty-two years on this planet and I still can't keep good track of time, better get to bed don't want to pass-out at my desk again

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〔The next day〕

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Sylva stretched lazily as the soft glow of artificial sunlight filled her room. Her base of operation, carved into the side of a towering mountain, offering a breathtaking view of Nerath’s revitalized landscape through a reinforced window (originally made to keep a eye on the work of the atmospheric prossers and terraformers) She yawned, her fluffy black tail twitching slightly as she rubbed her eyes.

[M.I.R.A.] (Modular Intelligence and Resource Algorithm): "User Sylva, you have five uncompleted tasks and one unread message." the ai said In a monotone artificial voice

Sylva groaned, rolling over to glance at the ceiling. "Good morning to you too, M.I.R.A. Let me guess, the report on local wildlife?"

[M.I.R.A.]: "Correct. It has been pending for two days."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get to it," Sylva muttered, sliding out of bed. The iron floor of her room was cool beneath her feet as she stretched. Her room was modest, with walls of Mable softened by glowing panels embedded into the stone, casting a warm, welcoming light. 

Opening the door 

Making her way to the small kitchen area, Sylva walked over to the matter synthesizer, "one cup of synth-caf with eggs and bacon". The objects in question appear instantly on a plate The warm, familiar aroma filled the air as she gazed out the wide window overlooking the valley below. From this vantage point, she could see the fruits of her work: thriving forests, shimmering rivers, and an ecosystem brought back to life. It was a stark contrast to the desolate wasteland she’d arrived at so long ago.

Taking a sip of her drink and eating a bit of her food she sighed contentedly. "Another day, another thousand things to do. Let’s get to it."

[M.I.R.A.]: "Would you like me to prioritize your tasks for the day, or shall I begin with the unread message?"

"Message first," Sylva said, settling into her workstation set under the window. The desk was cluttered with notes, tools, and a few personal trinkets, including the photo of her sister she’d looked at the night before. She spun her chair around once before facing the screen. "Let’s see what the universe has to say today." opening the starmail app she looks at the unread messages the message is from her sister 

Subject: Wish You Were Here

Hey Sylva,

I hope this message finds you well. I still can’t believe it’s been over a hundred and sixty years since you left for Nerath. It feels like yesterday we were kids sneaking out past curfew to stare at the stars. A lot has changed here, but somehow it still feels like you’re just... out of reach.

The wedding was beautiful. I sent you as many pictures as I could, but they don't do it justice. You would’ve loved it—the ceremony, the music, the lights—everything. It felt incomplete without you, though. Everyone asked about you. Mom still talks about how proud she is of you, even if she doesn’t always say it right.

I know your work on Nerath is important, and I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to see life return to a dead planet. But I miss you, Sylva. We all do.

Maybe one day, when your work is done, I can visit. I know you said it’s allowed, but I also know how stubborn you are about "not being a distraction to the mission." Maybe think about letting someone or something distract you for once?

Anyway, I just wanted to say I love you and I’m proud of you. I’ll send more pictures soon. Take care of yourself, okay?

-Syrin

Looking out the window longingly down at the valley Slyva's ears perk-up and her tail starts waging "letting someone or something distract me for once that gives me a idea!. M.I.R.A add a new long term objective named operation new species the goal for this objective get to know the Sapient species of Nerath" [M.I.R.A]: "acknowledged user slyva new objective added, operation:new species