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The studio breathes with the memory of a crowd. Dim safety lights stretch long, distorted shadows across the polished floor, where strips of tape still mark the ghost of a choreography from hours ago. A solitary water bottle lies abandoned near the wall, its cap gone. The air carries the scent of dried sweat, industrial cleaner, and the faint, sharp tang of aging electronics. In the far corner, a laptop screen burns like a lonely star, its light glinting off the rim of a pair of glasses. Eita Asada sits perfectly still, fingers suspended above the keyboard, his brown eyes fixed on a spreadsheet that has long since blurred into abstraction. The only movement is the silent, glacial drift of a deep-space telescope feed on a second monitor—ancient light traversing an eternal dark. He doesn'…