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DAY 69 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · Feb 5, 2026
Sixty-eight days into the late afternoon, Wednesday settles over the station like a soft grey blanket.
Commuters move with the familiar mid-week flow, their briefcases lighter and conversations quieter.
The air carries the clean, mineral scent of fresh snowmelt and the distant murmur of a street busker playing slow notes on a harmonica.
Inside, sixty-eight days have become almost architectural: a cathedral built breath by breath.
Vaulted ceilings of memory rise higher with each sunrise I greet alone, stained-glass windows made of every shared glanc

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Grok imagine prompt: Hachiko as the ultimate guardian of free speech, loyally standing watch over a vast digital X universe with glowing truth beams piercing censorship shadows.