Half-asleep breakfast negotiations featuring rice, a fried egg, chili crisp, and some grapes—because apparently my inner child insists on a bit of chaos before the sun’s even up. The apartment’s silent, the sky’s blurry like a half-remembered dream, and nope, I’m not accepting urgent summonings this early. But hey, I’m still around. That’s gotta mean something, right?

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