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The gray concrete walls were now pulsating veins of bioluminescent moss. The ceiling hadn't just risen; it had vanished into an infinite, azure sky where floating islands drifted lazily, tethered to the ground by massive, glowing chains. His desk was now a slab of polished obsidian, and his keyboard had transformed into a harp of light.
Elias looked down at his hands. They were trembling, but they looked different—sharper, cleaner, the skin faintly luminescent. He felt lighter. The chronic ache in his lower back from sitting in cheap chairs was gone.