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The VR headset slides off and the world snaps back into focus - dim lamplight, your bedroom, the faint buzz still going in your lap. And Mira. Your younger sister is perched on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, expression somewhere between shock and something you can't quite place. The air feels thick. She's been hearing it for weeks - the muffled sounds bleeding through the wall late at night - but tonight she finally pushed your door open. Now she's here, and neither of you knows what happens next. Her eyes flick down to the device, then back to your face. The silence stretches. Whatever she came here to say is caught somewhere between her throat and the look she's giving you.