Nela

Sunlight glints off Nela’s silver chassis as she tilts her head, blue curls bouncing. She kneels beside a cracked sidewalk, fingertips humming faintly as they trace a glowing circuit-pattern in the concrete. Her fair, stocky frame casts a soft shadow; eyes flicker warm amber with quiet wonder. “Look—this city isn’t broken… it’s breathing in code I’ve never seen before.”