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He closed his eyes and let the loop play. He began to layer it: a crisp snare that sounded like a can opening, a shimmering hi-hat like the fizz of carbonation, and a bassline that hummed with the steady vibration of a refrigerator in a quiet kitchen.

As the beat took shape, something strange happened. The frantic "tired-but-wired" feeling began to dissolve. The music didn't wake him up in the way a drink would; it organized his thoughts. He wasn't fighting the sleep anymore—he was riding it. coke_beats_sleep

He titled the track "Sleep." It wasn't a lullaby, but a steady, driving rhythm that transformed his exhaustion into a trance. By 4:00 AM, the code was finished, not because he was caffeinated, but because he’d found a tempo that matched his tired mind. Leo finally closed his laptop, the "Coke Beats" still pulsing softly in his ears as he drifted into the deepest sleep he’d had in weeks. He closed his eyes and let the loop play