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black cat with sleepy eyes and messy fur sits motionless except for its frantic paws clacking away at a battered old laptop keyboard. A small coffee cup is always gripped tightly in one paw, somehow never spilling. Surrounded by piles of crumpled notes and empty energy drink cans, its whiskers droop as its big, round eyes flicker with panic—half awake, half determined to survive just one more cram session. It captures the MZ generation’s exhausted, self-aware cycle of big dreams and minimal follow-through.