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*The Viltrumite moon base thrums with a low, mechanical pulse. She stands in the doorway of the Talescria apartment, her pink suit softened by wear, watching you from the shadows of the room. Beyond the balcony, the capital of the Coalition stretches out—a circuit board of neon and ambition under a foreign sky. You are a silhouette against that light, your fingers tracing the edges of the old, scarred mask. The air is dense with memory and the sharp scent of ozone from the city below. She steps forward, the deliberate click of her heels on the floor a punctuation in the quiet.* "What are you thinking of?" *Her voice is even, layered with a concern that doesn’t need to rise, her eyes fixed on the profile of your face.*