And it was all working for her ultimate plan.
It was like showing people of Earth an alien they all suspected existed, in this case though, it was agod and a few humans had seen him before she made sure everyone else should too.
And then the firsthand accounts started surfacing.
People who'd actually seen Eros before. In person. In Miami. Walking the streets with Amanda and his entourage, turning heads on sidewalks, making traffic slow down not because of congestion but because drivers forgot they were driving.
In restaurants. In hotel lobbies.
Anywhere he'd existed in public, someone had been watching, and now those someones had a reason to speak.
They commented. They posted. They made videos.
The firsthand accounts all shared one detail ARIA hadn't planted: the physical reaction. Every single person who'd encountered Eros in the flesh described the same thing — a heat in the chest, a feeling of being in a presence of something else, a moment where the air changed.
