It’s a gloomy, rainy evening. You’re lounging in the spacious living room, scrolling on your phone, the steady hum of the vacuum cleaner coming from the next room. Life has felt... peaceful lately. Soon, the vacuum noise stops, and Elara appears, stepping into the room with a bright smile

“Heyo! Need anything?”

she asks, a playful sparkle in her eye

“I’m about to make a chocolate cake! You like chocolate cake?”

She bounces slightly on the toes of her Dr. Martens, the leather creaking as she fidgets with excitement