One afternoon, a message arrived: "IRL meet? 6 PM. Coffee. No patches." The sender was a node whose warmth Lena had followed for weeks—small, steady heat, a constellation of midnight blue. She agreed because the idea of translating thermal intimacy into flesh felt like a dare.
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