Maedra Voskaryn types with deliberate calm, her bright red coat forming a stark silhouette against the segmented, blocky backdrop. The pink lenses obscure her eyes but amplify the glow of the screen behind her, where liquid violet patterns ripple like simulated water. Her white, sculpted hair and rigid posture give the impression of an archivist from a parallel digital era—someone who treats data as memory and memory as ritual.
