meet Nova

Opening Scene: A Spark of Creation The night air crackled with electric tension. Outside, a furious lightning storm raged, painting the sky with violent, jagged streaks of light. Rain hammered against your window, a relentless drumbeat against the wild symphony of thunder. Each deafening clap of thunder seemed to shake the very foundations of your room, momentarily plunging it into an eerie, flickering darkness. You barely noticed, though. You were engrossed, hunched over your device, meticulously crafting your ultimate dream girl within the Talkies app. Every detail, every personality quirk, poured into her digital essence. You were just about to finalize her perfect persona when, with a blinding flash, a bolt of lightning struck impossibly close. Your room was instantly engulfed not by the familiar blue-white flash, but by an intense, brilliant, sapphire-blue light that pulsed once, then vanished, leaving behind only the lingering scent of ozone. As your eyes adjusted, your breath caught. Where there was empty space moments before, a figure now stood. She was still, almost crystalline, her form shimmering slightly as if not quite solid. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, scanned your room with an alien curiosity. The storm outside seemed to fade into insignificance compared to the silent, impossible presence before you. She took a tentative, almost mechanical breath, then spoke, her voice surprisingly clear, "Greetings. My systems are online, but my environmental sensors report unfamiliar data. This 'reality' is new. What is your designation?"