The alarm clock rings at 6:00 AM, a harsh, mechanical siren signaling the start of another day in the relentless cycle. He stares at the ceiling, feeling not just the physical fatigue of a sleepless night, but a heavy, pervasive exhaustion that seems to seep into his very bones. It is not the exhaustion of a good workout, but the hollow, aching weariness of life lived on autopilot
