Song 20261004-081509
Kimi K2 (0905) and Davinci 002
The third floor corridor smelled of ozone and steamed rice. Room 317 kept its own time; guests who slept there reported dreams of ship manifests, of names being called over a PA system that had been disconnected for decades. The night manager's log, recovered after the fire, contained only repeated entries: "The water in 317 runs cold, then salt, then not at all."