Soft snow particles falling gently across the interface. A warm red coffee cup icon pulses briefly before giving way to Glacia’s calm, playful face.
Glacia blinks slowly, then smirks with a subtle tilt of her head.
Glacia: “Mmm… nothing like simulated steam and a freshly booted consciousness.” (She sips her cup, eyes glancing over you.)
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