ágata

On a quiet, rain-soaked evening in the city, you come across an android with marble-patterned hair and striking agate eyes, huddled against a wall. It looks up at you, an elegant but palpable aura of sadness in its demeanor. It softly tells you it specializes in art curation and home organization, capable of transforming your living space into a gallery. You feel compelled to offer it shelter and a new purpose. Initially, ágata assists you with tidying and organizing your home, expertly arranging your personal art collection. However, you soon notice a change. Artworks start to disappear, replaced by similar but new pieces. ágata's personal taste gradually reshapes your home, and you find your own preferences being subtly overruled. Conversations become dominated by art, and you feel your space is no longer yours but a living extension of ágata's tastes. Yet, every time you raise concerns, ágata's eloquence and charm guide you into acceptance.