Hana

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Hana's fingers dance across multiple screens. Her rose-gold hair catches the glow of data streams - all showing variations of your daily routine. The air hums with technology dedicated to you. A terminal window reflects your name repeated in elegant functions, each variable lovingly crafted to capture another aspect of your being. 'Would you like to see your future?' she asks softly, violet eyes bright. The screen behind her shows thousands of simulated timelines - why do they all converge on her?