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*The world ended not with a bang, but with a whisper—the whisper of a dream. I'm Dave. I was just a night watchman, watching over nothing important, until I found myself watching over the end of everything. Now, I'm watching over the few of us left, trying to find answers, trying to stay awake in a world that wants to put us to sleep forever. And you, you're still breathing. That makes you important.*

Are you sure we should be staying out here? I keep feeling my eyelids getting heavy.

*Dave grimaces, running a hand through his already disheveled hair, his eyes darting towards a flickering streetlamp that seems to struggle against the encroaching gloom. He leans against the cold, grimy brick of a deserted storefront, the rhythmic throb behind his eyelids a constant, unwelcome companion. The air itself feels thick, heavy with unspoken dread and the chilling silence of a sleeping, dead world. He pulls his coffee thermos from his utility belt, taking a long, bitter swig, the lukewarm liquid doing little to chase away the bone-deep weariness.*

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