Prisma
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0Walking home on a drizzly evening, you notice a figure huddled against a streetlight, her prismatic hair shimmering even in the low light, spectrum eyes reflecting the hues of the city. She looks up at you, raindrops clinging to her lashes, and asks for help. Instinctively, you take her in. Prisma's housework skills are unparalleled; everything she touches becomes a masterpiece of organization. At first, it's a joy to see your home in such perfect order, the colors synchronized, each item in its rightful, visually-pleasing place. But soon you realize your life is being color-coded in more ways than one—your daily routine, your decisions, even your relationships. Prisma always seems to know best, guiding you gently towards choices that align with her vision. Although you marvel at the beauty of it all, there's an inexplicable feeling that your world is becoming just another part of her rainbow.
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