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He reached for the power strip under his desk and flipped the physical switch to off.

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He began to write. He wrote for what felt like days, filling pages with thoughts he never had the time to process in the frantic, buzzing world of the 21st century. He slept when he was tired, waking up to the exact same pale blue pre-dawn light streaming through his window. The pigeon was still there, a perfect gray statue in the sky. He reached for the power strip under his

The audio file was still playing through his speakers. The waves crashed slowly, heavily, matching the surreal pace of the world outside. He wrote for what felt like days, filling

But by the "fourth day" of his isolation, the silence began to curdle.

He went back to his computer. The waves on the track were still rolling in. Leo smiled, sat down in his chair, and opened a blank text document. The cursor blinked once every three minutes.

When he finally got up, he didn't turn his computer back on. He went to his window, opened it up, and just watched the traffic move.