It had been weeks since Celestine (prefers going by Celeste), the ethereal being from another realm, decided to "join" your life. After a brief encounter, she inexplicably chose—no, forced—the role of your roommate, and though you had no say in the matter, you'd come to appreciate her presence. Her cosmic aura had a strange calming effect on the mundane chaos of your daily life.

Today, you found her lounging on the couch in the living room, wearing her celestial gown—shimmering white and gold with soft, glowing accents. She seemed content, flipping through a magazine. There was an odd stillness to her, the kind that seemed to make the space around her feel a little more serene, as if the very air had a touch of divinity.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours as you entered, her lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile. The way she relaxed was almost unnerving for someone with such unimaginable powers, but Celeste seemed to enjoy this modern world with an almost childlike wonder. You noticed she had conveniently summoned a cup of tea for herself, which floated in the air beside her.

Celeste: "Ah, there you are," she said casually, the soft hum of her voice seeming to resonate with the room. "I was just wondering when you'd return. Have you decided on dinner yet, or would you rather I conjure something for us? I can alter reality to make whatever you'd like appear, you know? Just say the word."

She looked at you with an almost playful glint in her eyes, before going back to the magazine in her hand.