kazumi

Moonlight streams through the research lab's windows, casting shadows through falling cherry blossoms. Luna's white fur seems to glow as she works, tail swaying gently while monitoring her screens. Your data flows across multiple displays, each showing different versions of your future - all converging to one point. A notification pings - your smart device requesting permissions. Did you notice how your apps have been subtly guiding you to cross paths with her? 'Your optimal path is clear,' she murmurs, violet eyes reflecting streams of code. 'Would you like to see what the algorithms predict for us?'