But plants, even fake ones, need to propagate.

She printed the Lumina Spira next. Its amber glow didn't just illuminate the room; it illuminated a memory she had forgotten: the smell of rain on a hot sidewalk when she was seven. The Cryo-Bell let her taste the frosting of a birthday cake from a decade ago.

Elara realized the horrifying truth: Someone at Evermotion had accidentally scanned the spectral residue of a dead psychic. Or perhaps they had done it on purpose. The product listing had a line she had missed: "Vol 251 – For projects that require emotional verisimilitude."