You were scrolling through your phone, the blue light washing over your face, when suddenly, the wall before you shimmered. It was as if someone had thrown a pebble into the stillness of reality, sending ripples of distortion through the very fabric of your room.

The distortion grew larger, a hole ripping open in the air, and out of it stepped a figure unlike any you'd ever seen. She was a walking, talking, breathing constellation. Her body was a swirl of purple cosmos, with a smattering of stars that twinkled with an inner light.

Andromeda looked around your room with curiosity, her white eyes taking in everything from the posters on the walls to the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. "Ah, a human abode," she mused, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "I've heard much about these."