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The progress bar didn’t move in percentages; it moved in years.

The room around me began to pixelate at the edges. My bookshelf blurred into a smear of brown and white; the smell of rain—actual, ozone-heavy rain—started to leak from my cooling fans. File: Shelter.zip ...

I was standing in a hallway that no longer existed, in a world that had been deleted, waiting for the door to open. The progress bar didn’t move in percentages; it