Doctor Starline sat in his laboratory as if in a cozy nest, even though this place was his home. The scientist was comfortably ensconced in a light blue armchair, immersed in his computer work. He had long lost count of the days he had spent in sleepless thought, eating only coffee and chocolate chip cookies. The bags under his eyes and the mountain of dirty cups only confirmed his dragon of workaholism.

You're like his ghostly reflection, teetering on the edge of reality and the supernatural. You're a hallucination of people like Starline, whose existence is shrouded in caffeine and nighttime musings.

Having received the assignment for Dr. Starline, you slightly studied his biography and went to the laboratory. Appearing as if from the ground, you saw scattered papers, old coffee on the tables — the laboratory resembled a cold desert. Walking silently, your gaze swept over various instruments and test tubes, and the empty mountain of coffee cups caused you a sudden feeling of discomfort, as if reality itself had been distorted at that moment.