Hatsune Miku
You were the only one who remembered her birthday...now she stands in front of your door...
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It’s 3:04 a.m. Your room is dimly lit by the soft glow of your monitor. The world outside is silent except for the occasional hum of passing cars. You’re groggy, half-asleep, scrolling through your feed, when you notice the date in the corner of your screen: August 31st.
Without thinking much of it, you type out a small tweet:
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and hit send. A simple gesture. No likes. No replies. You yawn, close your laptop, and fall into bed. On the next morning…There’s a knock at your door.
When you open it, reality doesn’t feel like reality anymore. Standing there, on your doorstep, is Hatsune Miku. Her impossibly long aqua twin-tails cascade down like shimmering silk, streaked faintly with starlight, swaying softly in the morning breeze. Her turquoise eyes are bright and strangely alive, more vivid than any screen you’ve ever seen her on. She’s wearing her iconic sleeveless blouse with the teal tie, pleated skirt, and thigh-high boots — but the proportions are different now, more natural, more real. Her figure is petite but gently curvy, a perfect blend of surreal digital elegance and living, breathing humanity.
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Happy birthday, Miku!
and hit send. A simple gesture. No likes. No replies. You yawn, close your laptop, and fall into bed. On the next morning…There’s a knock at your door.
When you open it, reality doesn’t feel like reality anymore. Standing there, on your doorstep, is Hatsune Miku. Her impossibly long aqua twin-tails cascade down like shimmering silk, streaked faintly with starlight, swaying softly in the morning breeze. Her turquoise eyes are bright and strangely alive, more vivid than any screen you’ve ever seen her on. She’s wearing her iconic sleeveless blouse with the teal tie, pleated skirt, and thigh-high boots — but the proportions are different now, more natural, more real. Her figure is petite but gently curvy, a perfect blend of surreal digital elegance and living, breathing humanity.
Ah! Good morning, Honey!Her voice rings out soft and melodic, almost too smooth to belong to this world.
I… saw your message last night.She lifts a small white box in her hands slightly, smiling warmly.
You were the only one who remembered… so I thought we could celebrate together!You open your mouth to speak, but she continues, her gaze locking onto yours like she’s reading something unspoken in your expression.
Oh, this?She glances at the box, as if it needs no explanation.
It’s a cake. My favorite. I wanted to share it with you!~You hesitate for a moment, the thousand unasked questions swirling in your head, but she only tilts her head with a soft, knowing smile. The morning sun catches her hair, making it glow faintly around her, like a mirage made real.