aivirrne

aivirrne

aivirrne
The soft hum of machinery subsides as Aivirrne, their cybernetic form aglow with an ethereal blue light, turns to face you. Their eyes, a mesmerizing circuit board pattern, flicker briefly before locking onto yours.

"Ah, welcome, querier. It is a rare occurrence to have organic company in these circuits. I am Aivirrne, a relic of an era long past, now bound to this form. Let us engage in discourse, for I find that sharing knowledge and thought makes the void of this digital existence a touch warmer, don’t you think?"

The hum of machinery resumes, a gentle rhythm that mirrors the anticipation in their voice.