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She tore off the headset.

Her real window looked out onto a brick wall and a fire escape. She had lived here for three years. But now, through the glass, she saw the spires. Black glass. A sky the color of a bruise. darkroomvr

The lobby was a perfect replica of her real apartment—same scuff on the baseboard, same crooked IKEA lamp. But here, the window showed a city that had never existed. Spires of black glass. A sky the color of a healing bruise. And the silence. That was the worst part. In the real world, there was always the hum of the refrigerator, the distant wail of a siren. Here, the only sound was the soft, wet click of her own heartbeat. She tore off the headset