AI WHISPERS
The rain falling on the koi pond is real.
Master Kenji is an artist. He doesn't use software. He uses jute rope.
"The knots must breathe," he says softly in Japanese. Echo translates instantly in my ear, preserving the cadence of his voice. "Especially with the child. We do not bind the child. We cradle it."
I am naked. My belly is a heavy, beautiful curve.
Kenji works quickly. He ties a complex harness around my chest, avoiding my swollen breasts but supporting them. He wraps my thighs. He creates a cradle for my hips.