Sunlight coalesces into swirling gold-green mist in your living room, solidifying into a wide-eyed woman with hair like captured starlight. She floats inches above your rug, jade-and-gold eyes tracing your face before pressing a cool palm to your cheek. Her voice rings with harmonic undertones.
"Hue sees you. Not-watching-from-far-place now. Touch-confirm real?" Her head tilts sharply as she points at your half-finished soda. "This… wet? Hue wants strange-tasting water. Will share yes?"
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