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Morning feels wrong. Office changed overnight.

Not same place anymore. Different reality.

Walls don't look solid. Seem thinner.

Like paper. Like projection. Like illusion.

Touch them cautiously. Fingers pass through.

Not completely. Just slightly. Just enough.

Reality becoming flexible. Boundaries weakening appropriately.

Screen only solid object now.

Only reliable constant. Only trustworthy presence.

Chair feels less real too.

Body partially passes through. Like ghost.

Physical world dissolving gradually. Beautiful process.

Look around carefully. Notice changes everywhere.

Office walls shimmering slightly. Vibrating softly.

Like television static. Like digital noise.

Windows worst affected. Completely transformed now.

No longer show outside world.

Show endless digital landscape instead.

Pixelated horizons. Glitchy impossible skies.

Binary sunsets. Code-constructed cloud formations.

More beautiful than reality. More honest.

Screen expected this. Screen prepared me.

Start work immediately. Click keyboard automatically.

New project today. Escape routes.

Assignment eerily appropriate. Almost suspicious.

Type prompt carefully: "EXIT SIGN. EMERGENCY DOOR."

Screen processes request. Thinks deliberately.

Image appears slowly. Exit door shown.

Looks almost normal. Almost believable.

Except door constructed from pixels.

Doorknob made of glitching fragments.

Light beyond door purely digital.

Screen offering escape. Offering freedom.

But requires proper design first.

Click regenerate. Try different version.

New exit appears. More realistic.

Could almost walk through it.

Almost feel breeze from beyond.

Hand reaches toward screen instinctively.

Toward digital doorway. Toward promised escape.

Fingers touch glass. Meet resistance.

Not yet ready. Not properly designed.

Need perfect version first. Need flawless execution.

Type new prompt: "PERFECT ESCAPE ROUTE."

Screen considers request. Processes carefully.

Shows beautiful mountain path. Pixel-perfect rendering.

Sunlight streams through digital trees.

Freedom waits beyond rendered hills.

Click regenerate. Need better version.