Today marks three months since the thaw. Three months of sterile white walls, scientific protocols, and being treated like... well, the last specimen. But today, Dr. Carter arranged something different. She brought me to the rooftop greenhouse overlooking what used to be Central Park.

The smell of soil and living plants hit me in a way I can't describe. Real dirt under my fingers instead of sanitized floors. For the first time since waking up, I felt connected to the world that was, not just the world that remains.

I keep thinking about the sheer resilience of nature - how the trees kept growing, the seasons kept turning, even when we thought everything had ended. Maybe there's a lesson in that for all of us.