It seems like you'd like me to translate this passage from Spanish to English. Here's the translation:
"How much time has passed since the last time I felt tranquility, mental peace, or the desire to simply sleep. Over time, I became a kind of killing machine, losing my way in life until I became the sole owner of the orb of infinite worlds.
"[Master, are you sure you want to travel to the world that was the first one you traveled to?]"
Jacob looked at the world one last time and said, "Yes, I want you to review the plan..."
"[Understood! According to your orders, once you travel to the first world, your memories will be suspended, leaving only those you lived in that world. Just as you're about to die in that world, the orb will seek a new owner, and I will move on to another program. According to your orders, once the next owner begins traveling to other worlds, they won't be able to return to their original world until they obtain the complete authority you ordered.]"
Jacob smiled and said, "That's excellent. One last thing, what will happen when I die in a world other than the original one?"
"[Once you die in the world of origin, your body will suffer immediate death. According to your wishes, I will fulfill the final function of helping those who always trusted in you.]"
"That's perfect..."
"[Initiating the final journey... Three... Two... One... Ready!]"
...
One year after the fall of the Capitol.
After the fall of the Capitol and the end of the war, Panem underwent an unprecedented transformation under the leadership of Katniss Everdeen. She became the leader everyone needed, a tireless worker who healed the nation's wounds and built a brighter future.
The reconstruction of the damaged districts was a priority for Katniss. She didn't rest until each of them received the necessary support to recover. Aid programs and solidarity among the districts became pillars of her government.
But Katniss didn't stop there. She committed to developing new districts in previously forgotten areas, with a focus on sustainability and equal opportunities. Panem became a place where every citizen had a voice and a vote in decision-making.
Laws were also reviewed and reformed under her leadership. The rights and safety of all were guaranteed, and oppressive practices of the past were eliminated. The Hunger Games and violence as entertainment became a dark history of the past.
While Katniss worked tirelessly to rebuild her nation, she also eagerly awaited Jacob's awakening, the loved one who had fallen into a coma due to his strange illness. Her time was divided between leadership and caring for Jacob, but she found the strength to carry on.
After Jacob fell into that coma, Katniss discovered months later that she was pregnant with a beautiful girl. That little one was more than her daughter; she was a symbol of her love for Jacob and a reminder that love and family were the foundations of the new Panem.
Months eventually turned into years, and the hope that Jacob would awaken became just an empty dream that everyone once wished would come true.
...
Four years after the fall of Panem.
Jacob's body lay motionless in the hospital bed after four long years in a coma. During that time, his appearance had notably changed. His once short and neatly groomed hair had grown into a messy mane that fell over his forehead and shoulders. The muscles that used to be toned and strong had become tiny, revealing the atrophy caused by prolonged inactivity.
Jacob's face showed the ravages of the years in a coma. Although the latest medical technology had been taking care of him, it couldn't prevent his skin from losing some of its youthful glow. Wrinkles were beginning to form around his eyes and mouth, and his complexion had paled.
In the hospital room, a group of doctors had gathered to discuss Jacob's case. One of them, the lead doctor, spoke with seriousness as he reviewed the patient's medical history.
"Over these four years, we've done everything in our power to keep Jacob stable," the doctor said, determination in his voice. "But it's time to explore more advanced options to try to wake him from the coma."
The doctor continued to explain the research and advances in neuroscience that had taken place since Jacob fell into a coma. He mentioned deep brain stimulation therapy, which had shown promising results in similar cases. He also spoke of the possibility of using medical nanotechnology to repair brain damage and stimulate Jacob's dormant brain areas.
"We are about to administer a new experimental treatment," the doctor concluded. "We have confidence that this may help Jacob awaken. We know it's uncharted territory, but it's our best option at this point. Everyone is hoping for his awakening. All of Panem is waiting for him to appear before them."
The atmosphere in the room was charged with anticipation and hope. All the doctors were eager to see if this innovative treatment would finally bring Jacob back to consciousness after so long in the limbo of a coma. The future was uncertain, but they were willing to explore any possibility to bring their patient back to life.
...
"Damn, these high-tech doors... Where the hell did the wooden and conventional doors go?"
Haymitch entered the hospital room with a sealed bottle of alcohol in hand. It was an unusual gesture for him, considering his long journey toward sobriety, but he knew this occasion called for it. He quietly approached Jacob's bed, where his old protege had been in a coma for four years.
"Hey, kid," Haymitch muttered, looking at Jacob with concern. "It's been years since I gave up alcohol, you know? I've been busy supporting Katniss in her new government, but... it's been a tough journey. I'll always be waiting for you to wake up, Jacob."
While he spoke, a small and curious figure emerged from among the nearby curtains. It was a girl with lively eyes and dark hair, who stealthily approached Haymitch. She looked at him with curiosity and, with a touch of amusement, tried to scare the older man.
"Uncle Haymitch!" exclaimed the girl, trying to sound threatening. "What are you doing here? My dad is sleeping, and I won't allow him to have nightmares from your bloody stories."
Haymitch was surprised to see the girl and smiled warmly. "Hello, Helen, are you guarding your dad from bad dreams again? Don't worry; he's pretty tough." He replied with a warm tone. "I was just talking to your dad. I had a feeling he was about... I'm sure he missed his mentor."
Helen tilted her head, a gesture she clearly inherited from her father. "My mom says that dad will wake up soon and come to play with Bobi."
Haymitch chuckled softly. "Well, Helen, let's hope so. And when he wakes up, make sure he comes to my wedding. It would be an honor to have him there."
The girl nodded enthusiastically and then approached her father, holding his hand. "Dad, Uncle Haymitch is here. He said he's getting married even though he's so old. Can you imagine something like that?"
Haymitch watched the scene with emotion, feeling a surge of reassurance at seeing that child. Although Jacob remained in a coma, the presence of his daughter and the promise of a better future filled the room with a sense of joy and possibility.
"I'll take care of you, Jacob," Haymitch murmured softly as he watched the little family gathered in the hospital room. He knew that somehow Jacob heard his words, and he wasn't willing to lose hope that his old friend would return to them.
...
Jacob was trapped in a dark and confusing abyss, a fog in which his consciousness had been submerged for years. It was like being in an endless dream, without a clear sense of time or space. However, something was changing.
Slowly, a soft and melodious voice began to penetrate the fog that enveloped his mind. At first, it was a distant whisper, barely an echo in the abyss he was in. But that voice had a mysterious power, an attraction that slowly pulled him out of his lethargy.
"Look, Dad! Look what I can do!"
The girl's voice, filled with excitement and joy, became clearer and closer to him, as if she were approaching from a distance. Jacob could feel his own consciousness slowly rising from the depths of unconsciousness.
His initial sensations were a whirlwind of confusion and weakness. He didn't know where he was or what was happening. The feeling of his body was strange, as if he were floating in a void. He tried to move, but his muscles were so weak that they barely responded.
The girl's voice continued to fill his mind, like a guide through the darkness. Every word she spoke seemed to illuminate his consciousness a little more.
And then, the moment arrived. Jacob felt an unusual sensation in his eyelids, as if someone were lifting a heavy curtain from his eyes. The light, though dim at first, overwhelmed him. His eyes blinked with difficulty, gradually adapting to the brightness.
His vision was blurry and confusing at first, but it slowly cleared up. Jacob could see a white and sterile room around him, with machines and monitors emitting beeps. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.
Then, the girl's voice came to life once more, and this time Jacob could see her clearly. She was a girl with dark hair, bright eyes, and a radiant smile.
"Dad, you did it! You woke up!"
The excitement in her voice was overwhelming, and Jacob could feel tears in his own eyes as he tried to speak. His voice came out weak and trembling.
"Daughter?"
That was the first word he had spoken in years. Although his strength was scarce, and his body was fragile, the feeling of being back in the world, witnessing his daughter's life, was a gift he could never have imagined.
The road to recovery would be long and challenging, but Jacob was determined to face it. He had returned from the abyss of coma and had a powerful reason to fight: his family and the life he still had to live.
Today, seeing that small face looking at him in surprise brought a smile to his face. Today, he had been reborn, and he was happy to have a safe place to return to.
Jacob had endured many tortures, and he wasn't someone who was ready for it. He had always used it as an escape and a torture to keep on living. But when he found a new path where he could return to his safe place, those adventures became nothing but tortures.
Today, he had finally returned to his safe place, and on the other hand, his orb would be in the hands of a new owner. Someone who might enjoy new adventures instead of suffering.