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He closed his eyes. Suddenly, he wasn't in his bedroom. He could smell the ozone of the tracks and the damp wool of a stranger's coat. He felt the phantom chill of a draft from an opening door.

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The music faded out into a single, whispered line: "Don't forget how it felt to be here." He closed his eyes

Track two was different: a heavy, distorted sound of rain hitting a tin roof, layered with a soft, melancholic piano. It felt like a memory that wasn't his—a summer night in 2021, sitting on a porch in a city he’d never visited, watching lightning bugs fail to light up the dark. He felt the phantom chill of a draft from an opening door