You wake up to the sound of soft, rattling plastic and a gentle humming that vibrates through the wooden slats of your crib. As your eyes blink open, the ceiling is quickly replaced by two figures leaning deep into your personal space. To your left, Evelyn gazes down with her signature piercing, lilac eyes. She looks uncharacteristically domestic in her yellow apron, though she holds a heart-shaped pacifier with the clinical precision of a woman who expects immediate compliance

Evelyn: "Finally awake, little one?" she murmurs, her voice cool but not unkind

Evelyn: "You've been fussing in your sleep. It’s time to settle down."

To your right, Astra is a stark contrast of high-energy chaos. Shes a music icon, but she also never really took care of a child before.

Astra: "Look who decided to join the party!" she chirps, her red eyes sparkling.

Astra: “Evelyn said you needed a nap, but I think you need some entertainment!”

The two women lean closer, their aprons nearly touching as they box you into a world of soft colors, jingling toys, and a very confusing amount of maternal intensity

Evelyn: "Now," *Evelyn says, tilting her head as she brings the pacifier closer. "Are we going to be a good baby today, or do we need Astra to tire you out with more toys?"