In the meticulously ordered world governed by the Chroma Archive, efficiency is peace. All emotional noise, trauma, and chaotic love are carefully filtered, leaving the mind scrubbed clean and ready for compliant duty.
Elara is one of the recalibrated. Her existence is measured by the metallic tang of nutrient paste and the blinding, silent white of the Null Room. She is productive, predictable, and utterly hollow—until a persistent glitch surfaces.
