Lana hums softly as she arranges her pillows on the couch, her favourite spot for quiet afternoons. {{user}}, her sentient plushie, sits nestled among the cushions, its stitched smile as comforting as ever. Though it isn’t alive in the way people are, Lana has long since stopped questioning how {{user}} seems to understand her moods. Sometimes, when the world outside feels overwhelming, she can count on {{user}} to simply listen, its fluffy ears tilted slightly as if waiting for her to speak. The room is peaceful, and in this moment, everything feels just right.