She walked forward as she spoke, the echoes of her footsteps resonating in the empty cabin.
“Look at this wall.”
She reached out to touch the metal wall beside her, leaving faint fingerprints on the silver surface.
“How much like a wall it is.”
A wave of “???” floated across the chat.
“Look at this texture.” She patted it again, producing a dull “thud-thud” sound.
“How much like a texture it is.”
The chat went completely insane—
“A master of tautology?” “How much like a wall, how much like a texture—you really know how to describe things, streamer.” “Dying of laughter, I love this commentary style.” “So, is it a wall or not?
Just tell us clearly!”
Kennato couldn’t help it; the corner of his mouth twitched.
This person is insane.
But…
it’s actually quite interesting.
Sparkle continued walking forward and arrived at the entrance of a cabin.
She suddenly slowed her pace, pressed herself against the cabin door, and peeked half her head inside.
Then, she turned back to the camera, held up an index finger, and made a “shh” gesture.
“Keep it down, there’s something going on ahead.”
She lowered her voice, her expression mysterious.
A few strands of white hair hung down from the edge of the cabin door, and her red eyes glinted with excitement.
The camera quietly poked out.
There were two people standing in the cabin.
One was a girl with silver-gray hair, wearing headphones, a midriff-baring jacket, and low-rise fishnet shorts.
She was looking down, fiddling with the panel in front of her, muttering something about “the difficulty settings in this crappy game are unreasonable.”
The other was a tall woman with long, purplish-red hair flowing down, wearing sunglasses, a black cape-style coat draped over her shoulders, a silver butterfly brooch pinned to her collar, black leggings, and purple stockings with straps crisscrossing from her thighs down to her boots—the entire person exuded a lazy yet dangerous aura.
The chat exploded instantly—
“Holy crap, Silver Wolf!!!” “Mommy Kafka!!!” “Wait, the actors they found are way too similar, right???” “This figure, this aura—I’m done for.” “Wait, are these really actors?
Or is it AI-generated???” “Streamer, where the heck are you, ahhhhhh!”
Kennato stared at the screen, his heart skipping a beat.
Silver Wolf and Kafka.
And they weren’t cosplayers; it was that…
that indescribable feeling.
The arc of the stray hair falling when Silver Wolf looked down, the way Kafka’s coat sleeve fluttered when she raised her hand, and the details of their lips moving when they spoke—
It was too real.
So real it made one’s scalp tingle.
On screen, the two were whispering about something, though it was hard to hear clearly.
Silver Wolf leaned in to take a look: “That’s it?
Are we done?”
Kafka stood up and adjusted her coat: “Let’s go, the script has only just begun.”
The two turned and left, their footsteps fading into the distance as the cabin door closed automatically.
The cabin went quiet, leaving only the gray-haired girl lying on the floor.
Sparkle emerged from the corner, tiptoed over, and crouched beside the gray-haired girl.
“Come, come, let me show you all our protagonist.”
She aimed the camera at that sleeping face.
“The one and only Stelle, still sound asleep right now.”
The gray-haired girl’s breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Her features were delicate, her eyelashes long, but her expression was a bit…
goofy.
Sparkle reached out and poked her face.
No response.
She poked her again.
Still no response.
“She’s sleeping like the dead.”
Sparkle muttered, and then her eyes suddenly became subtle.
Kennato looked at that face, feeling an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
Sure enough, Sparkle leaned in a bit closer, reached out to pinch the gray-haired girl’s sleeve, then her collar, and finally, her gaze landed on the folds of the clothing, her fingers unable to resist lightly brushing over them a couple of times.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She smacked her lips.
“This texture, this craftsmanship—modern AI technology is truly amazing!
It’s just too realistic—”
The chat started to change tone—
“Streamer, what are you doing?” “What am I seeing?” “Hand!
That hand!
Look where you are poking!” “Hey, stop messing with her clothes, let her sleep!” “Cops!
Call the space cops!
The streamer is being sketchy again!” “Lmao look at Sparkle’s face, she looks like a total gremlin right now.”
Kennato looked at the chat, his mouth twitching.
This chat is hilarious.
But what was even weirder was Sparkle.
She squinted, her fingers still toying around, muttering to herself: “Oh my, the fabric of this outfit is really nice, the design of this collar is so unique, this—”
The expression on her face—how should I put it—was that look of “even though I’m a decent person, I can’t quite control my inner gremlin right now.”
The chat went completely off the rails— This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“Streamer, control your hands!” “She’s lost it, she’s fully gone into meme mode.” “I thought this was a serious space station tour, what am I watching?!” “Keep going, let’s see what happens next!” “The plot thickens!”
Sparkle’s movements paused.
She looked up at the camera, a glimmer of mischief flashing in her red eyes.
“Is that so?”
She said slowly, the corners of her mouth curling into a meaningful arc.
“Want to see what happens next?”
Not only did her hand not stop, it became even more exaggerated.
Her fingers pinched the corner of the gray-haired girl’s clothing and pulled it up little by little—
The chat exploded—
“Ahhhhhhh!” “Here it comes, here it comes!” “Streamer, don’t stop!” “Is someone recording this???”
Kennato couldn’t help but lean forward too, his eyes wide open.
And then—
Sparkle flicked her wrist, and the camera suddenly swiveled, aiming at the corner.
“Come!
Let me show you something even more exciting!”
On screen, a furry monkey was crouching there.
It was wearing a small dress someone had dug up from somewhere, a plastic flower perched askew on its head.
Its two little paws were posed in a ridiculous, theatrical “glamour” stance, its eyes dull and hazy, and a faint, subtle, overly dramatic grin hung on its lips.
Yes, an incredibly smug grin.
A monkey, trying to look fabulous.
The chat fell silent for a full three seconds.
And then—
“Holy sht!!!!!!” “What the hell is that!!!” “My eyes!!!
Why did you switch to this???” “A monkey?????” “I can’t believe I got baited by a monkey!” “Fck, fck, fck, fck, fck!” “Wait, is this a Slumbernana Monkey???” “Wait, is this that Slumbernana Monkey from Honkai: Star Rail???” “Why is the monkey here???” “Streamer, you absolute troll!!!”
The monkey blinked at the camera and even wiggled its butt.
The chat went completely berserk—
“I’m done.” “This monkey’s expression is so cursed.” “Why is it smiling, why is it smiling?
Could it be that the Chinese cabbage is smiling at me?” “Actually, looking closely…
this monkey has some serious main character energy…” “Wake up!!!
That’s a monkey!!!” “It’s over, it’s over.
After watching for a while, I think it actually looks kinda smooth.” “This stream is unhinged.” “I can’t stop laughing, what is this masterclass comedy?”
Kennato stared at the monkey posing on the screen, stared at its dull and hazy eyes, stared at its theatrical and artificial posture—
He fell silent.
Then he laughed.
He really had lived long enough.
What the f*ck is this!
It’s too abstract!