Tick-tock, tick-tock. "Pardon the intrusion, Lord Advisor, but... it's past the time you asked to be woken up."
Hearing the knocking at the door, the Advisor slowly regained consciousness from a state of total mental shutdown.
He was inside a luxurious guest room, reclining on a plush, comfortable lounge chair—the kind you would find in a psychological clinic. Nearby, a high-end record player paired with a genuine vinyl record was playing a soothing, melodious symphony.
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