RIDI Corporation 2025-09-12T11:54:35Z
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Rain lashed against my apartment windows like thousands of tapping fingers, each droplet mirroring the frantic rhythm of my anxious thoughts. That Sunday afternoon found me stranded in the limbo between unfinished work emails and paralyzing loneliness, the gray light leaching color from everything except my phone's accusatory glare. I'd sworn off digital distractions after last month's productivity purge, but when my thumb reflexively stabbed at an ad showing a knight mid-battle against ink-wash
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Rain lashed against my office window like a thousand tiny fists, each droplet mirroring the relentless ping of Slack notifications devouring my Friday evening. My knuckles whitened around a cold coffee mug as spreadsheets blurred into grey sludge. That's when my thumb, moving on muscle memory, brushed against the crimson icon – and suddenly I wasn't breathing recycled office air anymore. The first inhale inside Manta Comics tasted like ozone before a thunderstorm, that electric charge when fanta