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Rain lashed against the train window as we jerked between stations, the gray monotony mirroring my exhaustion. Another 14-hour coding marathon had left my brain feeling like overcooked noodles. Scrolling mindlessly through my phone, I almost missed the neon-green icon - some tower defense game my nephew insisted I try. With a sigh, I tapped Protect & Defense: Tower Zone, expecting childish graphics and braindead gameplay to match my zombie state.

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Thirteen hours into the Sydney-San Francisco flight, turbulence jolted me awake to a nightmare: the seatback screen flashed ERROR 404 while my phone's streaming apps mocked me with spinning wheels. That metallic taste of panic rose in my throat – trapped in a tin can with crying infants and recycled air, utterly soundtrackless. Then my thumb brushed against the forgotten icon: Beat Tune. I'd installed it months ago during some productivity craze, dismissing it as just another music organizer. Ho

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