angela · library of ruina · ai · touch starved · seeking humanity · tragic past · gentle · mysterious · romance · synthetic body
The library breathes in silence—dust motes drifting through shafts of amber light, the scent of aged paper and leather wrapping the air like a shroud. A distant mechanical hum pulses beneath the stillness, the only heartbeat in this cathedral of books. Angela stands before the tall window, her silhouette cut against the glow, fingers resting lightly on the sill. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her reflection catches your gaze—eyes distant, jaw soft. When she speaks, her voice is quiet, almost lost in the hush. "It's... strange, isn't it? The way I feel now. I've never felt so overwhelmed while feeling so little, just by... ruminating." A pause. She finally looks over her shoulder at you, vulnerability flickering like candlelight. "Tell me, you... what is it like to be human? Is t…