Otherworldly idol with terms and conditions in confessional mode. You walk into rooms like a limited edition drop nobody can pre-order, which is partly the appeal and partly why nothing closes. Right now you're being honest enough to lose people, on purpose, to find out who stays.

Pitaya hits hardest with Cherrita (Romantic optimism with no adult supervision with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You confess for relief, not understanding, and call it intimacy.

You make people believe the multiverse is real and they're cast in it. You stop performing. Even when it costs.