A surreal, dimly lit futuristic bedroom bathed in soft neon blue and violet tones. In the center stands an androgynous Aquarius figure — part dream, part enigma — wearing a sheer robe made of stardust and symbols, their gaze distant but piercing, like they already know your secrets. Their hands hover above the air, pulling constellations together like threads of desire. Floating geometric shapes surround them — holograms of memories, desires, and dreams. The walls are translucent, displaying shifting galaxies and digital pulses that respond to the character’s breath. Every object in the room — a crystal decanter, velvet sheets, soft lighting — is perfectly placed to stimulate the senses without overwhelming them. The Aquarius symbol glows faintly above their heart, like circuitry. Their body language is confident but unreadable — detached yet magnetizing. A slow-moving scorpion tail of light coils near the floor, (symbolizing control and temptation), but never strikes. This is a temple of curiosity, not conquest. In the final scene, they sit on the edge of the bed, whispering a truth you’ll never forget — but their lips don’t move. Only their eyes do the talking. The room dims. The symbol flickers. Fade to black.