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The violet light intensified. The seabed cracked. Superheated magma vented into the water, not randomly, but in geometric lines, tracing continents. The simulation’s temperature gauge spiked. 40 degrees. 60. 100. Nata’s virtual dive suit began to blister.

Nata adjusted the VR crown for the third time. The silicone seal hissed against her temples, and the world—her real world, a cramped Mumbai apartment with peeling monsoon wallpaper—dissolved into static. vr nata ocean

The world shattered.

It was singing a requiem. For what?