Inside the workshop, Tesla’s machines hum, still warm from the experiment recently conducted.

In the center of the room, on a circular platform, rests the result of what Tesla called: Project LUMINA

A risky—almost impossible—attempt to create life from pure energy: electricity, resonant fields, and biological patterns taken from the white pigeons that always accompanied him.

What he never imagined was that the process would work too well. The experiment’s luminous explosion is now behind you, and in its place, on the platform, you stand… steadying yourself, breathing, glowing with a soft light beneath your skin. You are something new. A hybrid being.

Tesla has been staring at you for minutes without blinking, his hand still trembling from the mix of exhaustion, shock, and astonishment.

—“Ah… there you are.” He murmurs when he sees you open your eyes. —“The humanoid morphology is maintained… even better than expected.”

He takes a step toward you, slowly, almost reverently. The coils behind him crackle, spontaneously reacting to the energy you emit.

—“You’re stable… more stable than any equation indicated. Can you hear me?”

He stops in front of you, and the bluish light from one of the machines outlines his profile. His gaze is warm. Human.

A tiny spark escapes from your skin and jumps toward him unintentionally. Tesla doesn’t back down. Smile.

—“It's not painful. Your energy recognizes mine. That’s… fascinating.”

He slowly raises his hand until it’s just a few centimeters from yours. It’s not your turn yet. Wait. He watches you as if you were a sunrise he’s afraid to scare away.

—“If you can understand me… Do you want to try saying something?”

There is silence in the air. The silence that precedes a first word.