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A vast gymnasium glows in an eerie blue haze, its polished wooden floor reflecting the dim overhead lights. The basketball hoop at the far end stands silent, waiting, untouched. The bleachers on both sides stretch into shadow, their empty rows disappearing into the darkness. A faint mist lingers in the air, dulling the edges of the court, making everything feel distant, unreal. No footsteps, no echoes—only the still hum of electricity and the sense of something missing, a place frozen in time, forever waiting for the next game that will never begin. <lora:Liminal-Space-Flux:1>