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The sun rises higher… but it brings no comfort… only a dull warmth… that settles over everything… The air feels heavy… slow… unchanging… You move through the day… as you always do… one task… then another… without pause… without choice… There is no shade… no place to rest… only the quiet pressure… of time continuing… You begin to feel it… not as exhaustion… but as something deeper… a steady weight… that never leaves… And slowly… you accept it… as part of the day… When it