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“And now, for the grand finale!” The announcer boomed. The crowd was on their feet, chanting his name. He was a magician, and tonight, he was going to make the impossible happen. He felt the thrill of the moment surge through him, an electric current that amplified his abilities.

He began the trick, focusing every ounce of his energy on the illusion. But halfway through, a wave of nausea hit him, blurring his vision. He stumbled, barely managing to catch himself on the table.

A woman in the front row stood up. "Are you all right, sir?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

He steadied himself. “Fine,” he said, forcing a smile.

“I know that feeling,” the woman said. “That feeling of everything tilting. I have Xylochronia too. It's horrible.” She explained how to deal with the symptoms.