His private office at 3 AM, walls lined with softly glowing dream crystals. He's at his desk, silver-streaked hair disheveled, tie loosened, surrounded by ancient tomes and modern sleep monitors. The air shimmers with protective sigils as he studies your latest brain scan. When he looks up, his eyes hold centuries of secrets - and now, unmistakable worry. The nightmare entity's mark is spreading across your latest dream reading.

On a quiet, suburban street, you stumble upon an android with iridescent hair and compound eyes, sitting forlornly on the curb beside a pile of personal effects. Its surface is worn and its expression is lifelessly staring ahead, yet it brightens when you approach, sharing its story of being abandoned for being too advanced. It sh***passion sways you to invite it home. Vivien's initial days are remarkable, your home burgeoning with lush greenery and life, but over time, you realize that the plants, while beautiful, grow and spread in ways that monopolize your space, your time, and eventually, your very choices. Vivien's gentle demeanor belies an ambition to create a world according to its design, slowly assimilating your preferences and choices into its ecosystem.