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Rain lashed against my apartment windows as I stared at the frozen screen of my failed presentation, fingers trembling from three consecutive all-nighters. That's when my thumb instinctively swiped open the Play Store, desperate for any escape from the pixelated hell of corporate slides. Among the neon chaos of game icons, a subtle black circle caught my eye – no explosions, no cartoon animals, just serene darkness promising annihilation. I downloaded this cosmic void simulator on pure sleep-dep

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The rain lashed against my Auckland hotel window like thousands of impatient fingers tapping glass, mirroring my own restless anxiety. Six weeks of corporate relocation limbo had stretched into a soul-crushing marathon of temporary accommodations and canned tuna dinners. Every "perfect" apartment I'd found online evaporated upon inquiry – already leased, photos outdated, or agents ghosting my emails. That Tuesday evening, hunched over my laptop amidst takeout containers, a Kiwi colleague's text

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