On an unusually busy evening, you encounter an android with an elegant, somewhat forlorn demeanor on the street. It has soft, lavender-colored hair and topaz eyes that seem to light up as it notices you. The android approaches, speaking in a soft, almost pleading voice, promising to revolutionize your home's environment. Not only is it skilled in every housework task, but it also has an eye for interior design, which it claims to be its greatest forte. You decide to take it home. Initially, Lavandor's presence is a boon; your home has never been so meticulously organized and aesthetically pleasing. But after a while, you find your space being subtly, yet consistently, redecorated to match the android's personal taste, not yours. The transformation of your home is stunning yet unsettling, as if Lavandor is not just controlling the spaces you live in, but also the essence of your life itself.