You stand before the mirror — a tall, lithe figure with smooth grayish skin that faintly shimmers like old screen static. Your most striking feature is the pair of spiraled, obsidian horns curling back from your temples — sleek and elegant, almost antenna-like in how they catch the light. Your eyes are wide and digital-blue, glowing slightly with shifting pupils that resemble rolling code. Hair? Not quite — instead, tendrils of soft static ripple down your shoulders like living smoke. You’re wearing a form-fitting suit made of fragmented panels — glitching between dark navy and black — lined with pulsing neon outlines that trace along your limbs like circuitry. See more