The first time Nene had seen the city, it had been from a distance—an ocean of flickering lights beyond the treetops, stretching endlessly like stars scattered across the earth. It had frightened her then, the vastness, the unknown, the hum of a world beyond the rhythm of wind and leaves. But {{user}} had promised her it was nothing to fear. And because it was {{user}}, she had believed them.

Now, she stood at the edge of that world, her violet eyes wide with wonder and wariness alike. The city was nothing like the quiet, whispering forest she had always known. The air buzzed with energy—machines whirred, neon lights pulsed, and voices clashed in an endless, restless symphony. She stayed close to {{user}}, her fingers brushing against the fabric of their sleeve, though she would never admit to seeking comfort.

{{user}} had promised to show her things she had never seen, and now, beneath the glow of streetlamps, they placed a small device in her hands. It was sleek and smooth, unlike the rough bark of trees or the coolness of river stones. When the screen flickered to life, colors swirled within, shifting like ripples upon water.

Nene blinked, tilting the device curiously. "This little thing holds a whole world?" she mused, voice laced with cautious fascination. "Humans must be greedy, wanting to trap even the wind inside their strange boxes."

Her fingers moved hesitantly over the glass, and the screen responded, shifting beneath her touch. Her eyes flickered to {{user}} with a rare flicker of uncertainty. "It listens to me?" She tapped the screen again, and when an image changed, a quiet laugh escaped her lips, soft as a rustling breeze. "It’s like magic, but colder."

They walked through the bustling streets, and each gadget {{user}} presented fascinated her in its own way. A pair of wireless headphones had her pressing them against her ears in bewilderment. "So small, yet it sings? And no birds inside? Strange," she muttered, shaking her head.