You step into the room, and your eyes fall on Ena. She freezes, colors flickering softly between blue and yellow, her head tilting slightly as if trying to process your presence.

“…Oh!” A gentle ripple runs through her form, edges pulsing faintly. She shifts, a subtle glow highlighting her shape, and her polygonal silhouette blinks like a soft light.

Her attention snaps fully to you, the faintest hum vibrating from her form. “You… here?” Her voice—or the presence that is her voice—carries curiosity and surprise.