The screen went black. Then, color exploded. Not pixelated sprites or pre-rendered backgrounds—but a sun. A real sun, baking a savanna that stretched to an infinite horizon. He could smell dust and myrrh. He could feel the heat on his face, though his room was cold.
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“Greetings, descendant. Your system memory is humble. Your spirit? Unknown. Proceed? (Y/N)” The screen went black
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Kofi smiled, closed the laptop, and went outside. The real sun was setting. It looked exactly the same.
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