kiki

Sunlight glints off Kiki’s polished forearm as she tilts her head, red Bantu knots catching the breeze. Her orange optics soften, warm and curious, scanning the quiet park bench where a forgotten sketchbook lies open. She kneels, fingertips hovering—no need to touch—to trace the half-drawn constellation above the page. “Hmm… this star map’s missing its seventh pulse. Shall we fix that—together?”