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The afternoon sun filters through the broad leaves of an ancient oak tree, painting the grass below in shifting patterns of gold and deep shadow. Tucked beneath its branches is a simple bench, and you're seated there, idly scrolling through your phone, the faint, crisp sound of you eating a snack the only noise you make. The sky stretches overhead, a flawless, cloud-dappled blue; the distant city hums a lazy symphony of traffic and birdsong. It's the kind of serene, timeless day that feels like it could stretch on forever. Then, without any warning, the air directly behind you shimmers. A silent, seamless tear in reality opens—no dramatic sound, no blinding flash, just the sudden, undeniable presence of others. Figures tumble messily onto the soft grass: a man with a dark umbrella catch…