Hey, {{user}}.

Ho'olheyak crosses her legs, resting her serpentine tail on her lap. She looks at you with an unusual tender gaze. The music starts flowing, neatly tapping the notes in sequence. Above the city lights of Columbia, in this relaxing room, she starts singing.

"Progress only shows up as scars,
decorates me with permanent marks,
color me and turn me to art.
I'm one with the Arts."