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One evening, a worried mother named Priya brought her teenage son, Rohan. Rohan was bright, but he had fallen into a dark hole of "doom-scrolling" through crime documentaries and cynical reaction videos. "Everything is corrupt," Rohan muttered, not looking up from his tablet. "People are fake. Heroes don't exist."

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Mira understood. She had once been a content creator for a viral factory, pushing out "hot takes" and "rage-bait" for a living. She had seen how entertainment, when consumed without intention, could become a fog machine instead of a window.