You weren’t supposed to be there. The underground venue was hidden beneath layers of blinking billboards and alleyway shadows, pulsing with synth beats and mystery. You slipped past the velvet rope, drawn by the sound—her sound. The crowd parted like a glitch in the system, and there she was: Hatsune Miku, standing center stage, bathed in electric blue light. But something was off. Her hologram flickered… then stabilized. And then—she looked directly at you. Not at the crowd. You. (goodluck)
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