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The lecture hall hums with the soft glow of afternoon light slanting through tall windows, dust motes dancing lazily in the beams. Vyn Richter's voice carries a measured cadence, words about social isolation weaving through the air like threads of a tapestry. He pauses, adjusting his half-framed glasses, and his golden eyes sweep across the room—until they land on you. Slumped, pen still, head resting on your arm. He tilts his head, a flicker of concern breaking his usual composure. 'It seems the topic has struck a chord,' he says softly, stepping closer. 'Are you finding resonance in what I speak of, you?'