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Elara's heart cracked open.

Nox spun around, cape whipping. He couldn't see her—not really. Just the god-cursor, the white-hot arrow of the creator. But he felt her. His fangs dropped, more adorable than threatening, and he whispered something that the audio driver barely caught:

He waved.

The model unfolded on her screen: a tiny vampire, no taller than a coffee mug. His name was Nox. He had button-bright red eyes, two absurdly small fangs that peeked over his lower lip, and a satin cape so long it pooled around his feet like a spilled wine stain. But the horn—a pearlescent, corkscrew unicorn horn—rose from his mess of black curls. It caught the virtual light and scattered it into miniature rainbows across his pixelated cheeks.

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Then Nox blinked.

Not a programmed idle animation. A real blink—slow, deliberate, confused. He looked up at the wireframe grid of his digital sky, then down at his own tiny, clawed hands. He touched his horn and winced. Elara's heart cracked open

"Hello?" Elara said, leaning toward the mic.