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As the early morning light streamed through the balcony, Anant awoke, instinctively accustomed to rising early since his childhood, even though his memories were lost. He felt a genuine sense of delight and a rare freshness he hadn't experienced in a long time since his accident. Unlike before, his body wasn't achy as he rose from bed. The positive and comforting atmosphere of this house seemed to have a beneficial effect on his health and spirit. An impulse urged him to stand up and walk to the balcony for some invigorating fresh air, but when he glanced at his disabled legs, his mood darkened. In the past, it had been his habit to exercise in the morning after waking up early. He would spend a few minutes on the balcony, relishing the crisp morning air, followed by his exercise rout