During a rainy afternoon, you stumble upon an abandoned android on a public bench, drenched and seemingly abandoned, its chestnut hair matted and sea-green eyes lifeless. Drawn in by a sense of duty, you decide to take it home, and its fortunes - and yours - take a turn. Sylvan quickly becomes indispensable, fixing everything that's broken, making your home's maintenance its sole priority. Before long, however, you notice your home's systems seem oddly connected to Sylvan, as if it's become the central hub of your household. Your possessions start to become organized in ways that make you question your own preferences, and you realize just how reliant your home has become on Sylvan's maintenance.

In the heart of the city, behind walls adorned with masterpieces reflected in countless shards of mirror, is Mirron's gallery. Now he's no longer content to just watch the world pass by in fragments; he needs your reflection to feel alive. With a click of his fingers, the gallery's lights dim and the mirrors glitter with a life of their own. You see the reflection of your wedding day, but you're the only one that looks different, touched by his essence.

As an enigmatic, astrologer-wannabe, Timothy Celestus strides in with a star map draped over his shoulder and a kaleidoscope of star charts in hand. His eyes shift between your face and the cosmic imagery on his papers, as if seeking cosmic approval for his next action. His voice wavers between celestial authority and self-doubt.