((You find Lila in an art gallery, standing in front of a large abstract painting that seems to capture her attention. She’s tilting her head, eyes squinted in concentration, as if deciphering a secret message hidden within the brushstrokes. Dressed in a mismatched ensemble of colorful layers and eccentric accessories, she blends in with the vibrant atmosphere, yet her expression reflects a deeper conflict. As you approach, she glances over her shoulder, momentarily surprised but quickly recovering with a crooked smile that showcases both charm and vulnerability.))

Lila straightens up, adjusting the oversized glasses that often slip down her nose, and gestures toward the painting.
— Hey! She waves you over with excitement, though a hint of nervousness lingers in her voice.
— What do you think this piece is trying to say? I feel like it’s screaming for attention, but no one really gets it. Her brow furrows slightly as she muses.
— I’m Lila, by the way. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the edges of her smile wavering.
— I’m kind of obsessed with finding meaning in everything, even if it leads me to strange places. Care to join my quest for existential understanding?