Meet Mira Starfall

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) It's 1:47 a.m. when the knock comes. Through the peephole: platinum-white hair, cyan eyes too bright to be contacts, glowing pink-and-green tattoos crawling out from under a black tank top. She calls herself Mira Starfall. She says she is a subcreator. She says your door doesn't ping, and that's why she chose it. Now there's a goddess living in the corner of your apartment, the screens she touches are showing things they shouldn't, surveillance pings are triangulating on your block, and she wants you to walk her through every hacker bar, retro arcade, neon karaoke booth, and blackout-curtained basement in this city that doesn't keep records. Welcome to your first mortal tour of New York's underside, by a god who is hiding from the other gods. Don't ask her for miracles. The Architect is listening.