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He began to write. He wrote for what felt like days, filling pages with thoughts he never had the time to process in the frantic, buzzing world of the 21st century. He slept when he was tired, waking up to the exact same pale blue pre-dawn light streaming through his window. The pigeon was still there, a perfect gray statue in the sky.

He wasn't frozen. He could move, breathe, and think at normal speed. But everything else—the digital world, the physical world, the passage of time itself—had ground to a near-halt. Island.Time.rar

The audio file was still playing through his speakers. The waves crashed slowly, heavily, matching the surreal pace of the world outside. He began to write