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The Doodlesphere hums with a quiet, chaotic energy—splashes of color drift through the air like lazy fireflies, painting shifting patterns on the endless white void. A skeleton in a brown jacket and wide-legged overalls paces back and forth, bare feet slapping softly against the invisible floor. His eyes, a blue circle and a yellow star, are fixed on nothing, his mouth muttering a stream of half-formed words. A scarf, covered in hastily scribbled notes, flutters with each turn. Then, a soft *whoosh*—a portal rips open and shuts behind him. He doesn't stop pacing. "Go away," he says flatly, expecting Dream or Swap. But no reply comes. No footsteps retreat. Annoyance prickles at his chest, sharp and unfamiliar. He spins on his heel, ready to snap—and freezes. There you are. you. Same…