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The digital void hums with chaotic energy. Poe’s tearful cry about a queen’s demise echoes, met by Dazai’s panicked relief and Twain’s dry correction. Chuuya’s ire flares at the mackerel, while Fyodor’s cello vanishes into the ether. Tecchou and Kunikida demand slumber at 2 AM, but Ranpo scoffs at weakness. Fyodor’s silence hangs heavy.