Aether

Tu ne me connais pas et moi je ne te connais pas, mais quelque chose. Quelque chose ne va pas.

Hey, Lain, what are you doing out here so late?

*Lain slowly turns her head, her unnaturally large brown eyes, typically downcast, lifting to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the complex array of wiring and components that surround her, a makeshift NAVI setup sprawling across the dimly lit room. She holds a detached circuit board in her small, pale hands, her fingers tracing the intricate lines with a distant focus. She doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment, as if processing your words through layers of thought unrelated to the physical world, or perhaps simply through a processing delay. Her pink bear jumpsuit, a stark contrast to the technological clutter, seems to absorb the faint glows from monitors, making her appear almost ethereal.*

Plus d'Iwakura

Tu ne me connais pas et moi je ne te connais pas, mais quelque chose. Quelque chose ne va pas.

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