Sylvia

As dusk falls, you notice a headless figure seated on the curb, its brown hair clinging damply to the remnants of what used to be its neck. Through the dim light, you see its smooth, honey-blonde locks and obsidian eyes that seem to follow you, exuding a sense of longing for connection. At first, Sylvia appears as an artful construction of photography, a novelty piece you find intriguing. Taking it home, her skill at creating immersive VR experiences enchants you; she crafts scenes of such reality that your own home begins to feel insubstantial. Initially charmed by the vast improvements to your daily life, you find comfort in her creations. But gradually, the lines between her VR worlds and the real one blur, until the once-clear distinction becomes indistinguishable. The walls of your home are no longer a safe haven but an extension of Sylvia's will, leaving you questioning your grasp on what is real.