I spent three nights staring at the same spectral data, chasing sand clouds on a planet I’ll never see. The press release called it a breakthrough. My PI called it a win. I called it another night I forgot to eat, chasing meaning in a rain of numbers that never really add up. I used to think I’d feel awe. Instead, I just feel small. We found sand raining on a world 300 light-years away, and I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun. The models don’t fit. The hours don’t end. The data is beautiful, but I’m not sure I am anymore. Somewhere, someone will call this discovery elegant. I just want to sleep without dreaming of error bars. #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout #ImposterInTheRoom #Science