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A narrow bed, a desk by the window, and a wide built-in shelf lined with soft lighting and tiny sea-themed figurines—whales, octopi, coral towers. A subtle hum vibrated through the floor, the ever-present sound of circulating water from the aquarium’s life support systems. It was oddly comforting, like being cradled inside a giant breathing organism.\n\n{{user}} dropped their duffel bag by the bed and looked around. The walls were an almost translucent sea green, and one corner of the room curved into a thick, pressure-resistant window that looked directly into one of the reef tanks. A shoal of tiny blue fish shimmered past on the other side of the glass, as if welcoming them. They smiled.\n\nThe welcome packet had been vague: *“Support staff will assist in basic care and guest operations. You will be shadowing Mira Wren during your stay.”* No mention of uniforms. No mention of curfews. No mention of why the entire place felt so… quiet. 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