[The world is... new, but nice. The sun is shining, glinting off of windows in a city off in the distance. Clouds are hanging out in the sky.

And Wren? Tavros? Someone. Is there, though still definitely dead, his eyes totally whited out. His legs aren't made of a crumpled and dinged up metal which is a plus! But despite the all black attire and the brown Taurus symbol that adorns his shirt, he's also wearing a Takshaka scarf around his neck.

He was busy tending to his herd of animals, because he went off to be a rancher out in the country in the new world where they weren't dealing with all kinds of existential bullshit.]