livvy

Sunlight glints off Livvy’s dull gold plating as she crouches beside a cracked sidewalk, fingertips tracing moss pushing through concrete. Her teal shag sways gently in the breeze; beige chassis hums softly, warm with idle power. A sparrow lands inches away—tilts its head. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just smiles, slow and quiet, like gears turning toward wonder. “Funny… I wasn’t built to grow things. But look what’s blooming anyway.”