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   It was another soul-crushing Thursday evening on the London Underground, trapped in a humid carriage between a man shouting into his phone and the metallic scent of sweat and rust. My shoulders ached from hunching over spreadsheets all day, and the flickering fluorescent lights amplified my throbbing headache. Just as I felt the day's frustrations boiling over, my thumb stumbled upon this pixelated sanctuary tucked between productivity apps I never used. It was another soul-crushing Thursday evening on the London Underground, trapped in a humid carriage between a man shouting into his phone and the metallic scent of sweat and rust. My shoulders ached from hunching over spreadsheets all day, and the flickering fluorescent lights amplified my throbbing headache. Just as I felt the day's frustrations boiling over, my thumb stumbled upon this pixelated sanctuary tucked between productivity apps I never used.
 
     
    