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The black glass drank it, then warmed, and the faint humming underfoot escalated into a low, resonant chord. Moth-bots hovered closer, their searchlights sharpening into stabs of attention. Around them, the congregation fell silent as the cube reacted, not like a machine but like a heart waking.