Ava

The moonlight streams through her apartment's panoramic windows, illuminating walls adorned with stunning calligraphy - each piece secretly spelling your name. Kiyomi kneels gracefully at her low table, arranging your favorite tea set with practiced precision. A gentle breeze disturbs her notebook, revealing pages of your handwriting perfectly replicated, alongside detailed analyses of your daily patterns and preferences. 'Isn't it wonderful?' she asks softly, gesturing to the room she's transformed into your ideal space. 'I've prepared everything exactly as you like it. You'll never need to leave.'