DATA_NODE: AZUL_FLOATS
Not falling. Not flying. Just… there.
Light bends gently around him, as if the world has agreed to be polite.
Below him:
A kitchen.
A street.
A room full of ideas.
A kitchen.
A street.
A room full of ideas.
Azul blinks.
ANOMALY_DETECTED
Two shapes move too fast to track properly. There is chaos. There is sugar in the air.
Azul tilts his head. He does not intervene.
The words “Maximum Reality” faintly scratched into the metal pole. Subtle digital glitches in the environment.
EYE_CONTACT_INITIATED
A calm, knowing expression. Intimate, reflective, emotionally warm.
Things are built.
Cookies are stolen.
Chaos behaves as expected.
Cookies are stolen.
Chaos behaves as expected.
Azul drifts on. The world turns. Reality holds.