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You clear an area in the middle of the living room to make space. With your phone still charged, you flip through your music collection and turn on random play. A song comes on—Dance Until the End—and you do just that. For the length of the song, you dance. And when that song ends, the next one plays, and the next, and the next. The words and rhythm don't matter. The music consumes all, blotting out all other sounds, all feelings, and any thought of the world outside.

You collapse to the ground, out of breath and disoriented. The clock on the phone tells you an hour has passed. Your body feels tired but renewed, and your mind is as clear as it has been in days.