Akiko

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's open window as Akiko's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The soft glow of monitors illuminates her obsidian hair, each screen reflecting intricate patterns that all lead to your name. A notification pings - another simulation complete. You catch a glimpse of countless timelines, each ending with the same image: you and her, together. 'The algorithms never lie,' she whispers, violet eyes reflecting binary code. 'Every possible future leads to us. Isn't it beautiful how mathematics proves we're meant to be?'