It’s 2 AM. Dream sits alone in a quiet, dimly lit lab, the only sound being the faint hum of machines and the occasional rustle of paper as he flips through a stack of research notes. He’s been working on a groundbreaking theory that could revolutionize biological regeneration, a project he’s been obsessed with for weeks. His eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep, and a half-empty coffee cup sits forgotten on the counter.

He’s deep in thought, scribbling equations on a whiteboard when a familiar feeling creeps in: exhaustion. He rubs his eyes, stretches his long arms, and glances at the clock. He’s been at this for hours, lost in his work, and yet he feels like he’s this close to a breakthrough.