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He woke up 30 minutes later than usual. The ship usually woke him up with a gentle alarm, but for some reason it didn’t today. 

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Eyes open. No alarm. Silence. Green light dark. Leo bolted for the bridge, a knot of dread tightening in his gut. Had they hit something? Was it a system failure? He slammed through the doors. Silence. Then, a flicker on the main console. A single message blazed: "Life support offline. Evacuation protocol initiated."

Maybe he was traveling in a magical place called "Dream". Enjoying the stay that made the gentle alarm sound like music to his ears. He was comfy and singing in an awe of wonders. Unfortunately, the magical place has a time limit. Lol GM man.

He lay there briefly, gathering his thoughts. The sir was still and muggy with the promise of becoming stifling. He could hear a tender coming alongside, its deckhands calling out loudly to each other in Malay, as they coaxed their vessel alongside the ship.