Osborn Family Mansion - Arthur's Study Room.
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The study was enveloped in silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the city outside the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Neo-Luminara sparkled like a treasure chest of jewels beneath the bruised twilight sky, its towers aglow with artificial warmth as night crept in.
Arthur reclined in his high-backed leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his reflection casting an ethereal shadow against the glass.
The amber glow of his wine caught the light, spilling liquid gold across the sleek obsidian surface of his desk.
He exhaled slowly, watching droplets form on the crystal glass.
"Evolon," he murmured, breaking the stillness. "Status report."
Suddenly, the air above his desk shimmered as pixels coalesced into the familiar azure visage of his AI counterpart.
Evolon's blue face pulsed with fresh data streams, its digital eyes flickering with urgency.
