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That Tuesday afternoon felt like wading through concrete. My phone lay face-up on the coffee table - a black rectangle of exhaustion reflecting fluorescent lights. Another spreadsheet marathon had left my eyes raw and my mind numb. I swiped it open mechanically, bracing for the same sterile grid of productivity apps. Then my thumb slipped, accidentally triggering the wallpaper settings I hadn't touched in months. Scrolling through generic galaxy photos and gradient blobs, I stumbled upon Blue Ro

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