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Leo hated the glow. Not the warm glow of a bedside lamp or the distant shimmer of stars, but the cold, electric-blue hum that pulsed from his laptop screen every evening at 6 p.m. It was the glow of .

He landed on a glass platform floating in an infinite void. Around him, equations drifted like clouds. And standing before him was a figure made entirely of blue light: tall, angular, with a head shaped like a rhombus. It had no face, only a slowly blinking percentage sign where its mouth should be. sparxmatgs

The train problem appeared, but now the trains were real—two ghostly locomotives rushing toward each other in the distance, one blue, one red. Leo hated the glow