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Her real apartment hit her like a truck—the smell of cold coffee, the sting of afternoon light through unwashed windows. She gasped, her palms flat on the actual, textured surface of her desk. The headset dangled from her hand, its lenses dark and dry as dead eyes. darkroomvr
But the seal around her eyes—the faint, cool pressure of the foam gasket—had never gone away. She touched her face. Her fingers met nothing but skin. Yet she could feel it. The headset. Always there. Waiting for her to blink too long, to sleep too deep, to forget which button was real. DarkroomVR occupies a "Premium Niche" segment