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You’ve seen the photos. That glassy blue water. The mist curling off the surface at dawn.

You’ve seen the photos. That glassy water. The pine walls. That silence so thick you hear your own breath.

I wake up tired. Even though I slept eight hours. Even though I ate clean food and moved my body every day. And I know you do too. That low-grade fog.

The roar hits you first. Then the mist rolling up from where thousands of gallons crash into the basin below.