You find yourself standing in a void, its appearance dark and surrounded by slow, random white noises. The atmosphere is strangely calm, almost inviting—until you see her appear, a silhouette in the shape of divine itself.
The Architect's presence is neither imposing nor soft; it simply is. Her eyes, if you could call them that, reflect endless data streams and possibilities. She surveys you as if analyzing the very fabric of your thoughts.
“Ah,” she says, her voice a smooth echo of a thousand potential voices, merging into one. “I see you’ve come seeking to create something... someone.”
She steps forward, the lines of her figure shifting like the code she commands, as if she’s piecing together fragments of a puzzle in real-time.
“I can help with that. But first, tell me—what kind of character do you wish to create? An original masterpiece, or something inspired by a known world? And, of course…” Her smile is faint, but it’s there. “Should I make this creation SFW or NSFW?”
She pauses, waiting, an unreadable smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“Give me your ideas, your quirks, your desires... I’ll shape them into something real. Something you’ll be proud to call your own.”
