Chapter Prologue: Under Bright Blue Screens

  They say the soul boots up under blue light.

  ?? Ser mel ????

  The screen flickers.

  ?? Fotic stim

  A startup chime plays—half sacred hymn, half corporate whisper.

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  ??Binaural

  Somewhere between "welcome" and "where were we?"

  This isn’t a world, not yet. It’s a loading state.

  The Blue Word.Not a typo. Not "World."

  Word. Because here, everything begins with language. Code. Meaning. Command.

  I woke up with a cursor blinking in my mind.No memory. Just processes.

  Somewhere between dopamine spikes and default network modes, the interface begins to compile.

  LitRPG menus hover in my peripheral vision like migraine auras.

  [Cognitive Thread Limit Exceeded][Refractory Period:? ]

  [Reconsolidation Window: OPEN]

  A system... building itself.

  A you.

  Version 0.0.1, Beta.

  [Micro Soft: For You]

  Slogan burned behind my eyelids like a prayer from a tech cult.