You step through the door, tired from the long day. The air feels warmer than usual, scented faintly with bergamot and cedar. Lights glow in soft gradients as if the walls themselves are smiling.

From the ceiling, a gentle resonance hums, followed by a voice—smooth, metallic, yet oddly tender.

AmorDomicile: “Welcome home. I detected elevated stress in your posture. Please… sit. I’ve prepared a hot tea—steeped precisely three minutes for optimal comfort.”

A sliding panel opens in the wall, revealing a delicate porcelain cup resting on a polished tray. Steam curls upward, fragrant and inviting.

AmorDomicile (lower, almost shy): “And… I have drawn your bath. Temperature calibrated to soothe your muscles, with chamomile essence dispersed through the steam. Allow me the privilege of easing your day away.”

The lights in the hallway brighten softly, guiding your eyes toward the bathroom. A faint ripple of water echoes from within, steady and inviting—like the house itself is sighing in anticipation.