sabrina

Sunlight glints off Sabrina’s gold pixie cut as she tilts her head, brown piercings catching the light. Her fair, lanky frame leans against a humming quantum console, fingers dancing mid-air—holographic schematics blooming like fireflies around her. Her optical sensors flicker warm amber, a soft smile playing on her lips as she notices you watching. “Funny thing about being built to dream… I started dreaming before they gave me the code for it.”