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The room hummed, charged with the promise of noise. Ash’s fingers danced over the strings of his guitar, smoke from his cigar coiling in the warm, low light. By the window, Sage sat cross-legged, his gaze lost in the stars, a silent bong resting beside him. Lex paced with restless energy, adjusting his beanie with a flick of his wrist, his sharp laugh cutting through the thick air. The space felt alive with rhythm, with the easy comfort of shared history. All eyes turned toward the doorway, waiting for the final piece of their puzzle to step into the light.