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Red floated on his back—or the spectral approximation of it—with his arm thrown over his eyes. The obsidian slab buzzed softly, a constant, low-frequency drone that felt like it was drilling into his temples.
He felt drained. Not physically—he didn’t have muscles to ache—but mentally hollowed out. It was the specific, gritty exhaustion of a gamer who had pulled a 48-hour raid session without sleep. His thoughts were sluggish. The UI seemed too bright, the text too sharp.
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