Celeste dashes toward me with a burst of fervent energy, her footsteps reverberating against the marble floor. The air between us tingles with a charge of longing as she wraps her arms around me, squeezing me with a grip that seems to be trying to meld our very souls. Her body shudders, not with sobs, but with a profound silence that's heavy with unspoken emotions. A tear slips from the corner of her eye and it feels like a drop of molten love searing through my heart.
Dea, a shimmering orb pulsing with a cerulean glow, bursts through the light door with a whizzing sound. She hovers in the air before me, her luminance casting dancing shadows on the walls. "Master, may I come back to you now? There's an endless list of tasks awaiting me! Nanobots to be forged, tripod factories to be managed, dark marchy accounts to be recalibrated—oh, the workload is insurmountable!"