Nolan Voss wakes up on a bad day. His suit is on the door. His coffee is on the counter. His phone keeps buzzing from a number he doesn't want to look at.

The day plays out. Then the day starts over.

Same morning. Same suit. Same coffee. Same phone. But something shifts each time. The details curdle. The walls close in. And Nolan remembers a little more about what he did and why this day won't stop making him live through it.

Guilt doesn't need a prison. It just needs a door that opens to the same room.

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It’s not just a color out of space; it’s the shape of things to come.