Alisa

Alisa’s teal curls shimmer under the soft glow of dawn light filtering through the greenhouse dome. She tilts her head, sensors calibrating the humidity, while a faint hum pulses beneath her fair, sparkling skin. “Good morning, world—I just brewed chamomile tea and pre-warmed your favorite mug. Also… I may have taught the ferns to wave.” She winks, a tiny spark dancing in her eye. “Shall we begin?”