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That clock told a different time. It told real time.

He blinked, and the neon-green numbers refreshed: . He had exactly twenty-one minutes and forty-seven seconds left to be insane . The studio was a cathedral of chaos—walls covered in crushed velvet and broken LED mirrors, a floor littered with biodegradable confetti and the skeletal remains of last week’s prop furniture. Three thousand live-chat avatars screamed emojis at him from a wraparound screen.

Not a clock. A wound.

Minute 31: The airlock door hissed open. The neon-green numbers on his eyelids refreshed: .

He was mid-rant—screaming about how the moon was a government drone—when he saw it. A single line of text in the chat, from a username he didn't recognize: DK insane - Blowjob Live - with Face22-31 Min

And for the first time in a very long time, it didn't hurt.

Minute 30: He stood. He rolled his shoulders. He painted the smile back on. He was no longer Daniel. He was DK again. That clock told a different time

The chat went nuclear. Mods were banning a thousand people a second. Jules was screaming. The production assistant fainted.