There’s a certain kind of clarity that only appears when the rest of the world is asleep. Tonight, at 2 AM, that clarity showed up without warning — arriving in the space between tired thoughts and the glow of a desk lamp. I wasn’t looking for inspiration. I wasn’t even thinking about anything important. And yet, something in the silence felt electric.

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