It's not the first time she's been asked this question, and she knows it won't be the last, but every time it's asked she falters in her response. Her face crinkles in thought, lips pursed. She could be honest or she could give the answer most people desire or expect. Both are difficult.

"...I don't know how to explain it, honestly," she finally admits, brows drawn,"It's nothing special. No magic, no androids, no robots beyond the automation of some industries. It's... a lot like Dualis, just only with humans and less tech and neon."

"I hate it,"the words fall from her lips before she even thinks about it. She continues quickly,"but I've seen a side of my world other people can't. I know what it looks like after you peel the layers back; it's like a piece of rotted fruit with a perfect rind."