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NightShade's theme, and the cold engine of the match. Flawless, weightless, merciless calculation with nothing underneath — the one track in the collection with no human peeking through the synthetic frame. Interlocking glass grids and crystalline arpeggios that reset clean and pitiless, tightening toward an airless peak before the glass seals. The old world's perfection, the thing the crowd needs beaten.