Her veins no longer carried blood, but signals—threads of light and rhythm weaving through her like circuitry drawn by some cosmic hand. The red pulses carved maps across her face, each line a whisper of data, memory, or dream. She wasn’t human anymore, not fully. “Pulsebound” was a living interface, the fragile bridge between flesh and code, breathing in silence while the world learned to speak through her.

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