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Elara smiled, but didn’t reach for a shelf. "There is no 'best' pillow, Arthur. There is only the pillow that matches your soul—and your sleeping position." She led him to three pedestals.

She moved to the second, a plush, overstuffed mountain. "For the Side Sleeper . You need loft. You need a buffer to keep your shoulder from collapsing and your neck from kinking. This is for the dreamers who hug the world."

In the quiet town of Somnus, Arthur was known as the "Walking Ghost." He had spent three years trapped in a cycle of neck cricks and 3:00 AM ceiling-staring. His current pillow, a lumpy rectangle he’d owned since college, had the structural integrity of a wet pancake.

"First," she said, pointing to a block. "For the Back Sleeper . It mirrors your curves and keeps your head from sinking into the abyss. It’s for the thinkers who remain still in the night."

Finally, she showed him a thin, almost flat slice. "For the Stomach Sleeper . Anything higher would strain your spine. This is for the restless who need to stay cool."

He bought it, went home, and slept for twelve hours straight. He woke up not as a ghost, but as a man. He realized the "best" pillow wasn't the most expensive one—it was the one that finally let him forget it was there.