He slept horizontally for the first time in three nights. The next morning, Mira found the kitchen reeking of horseradish and the search history still glowing on his phone: best way to clear clogged nose .

Air.

Cool, clean, miraculous air. Both nostrils. Open. Honest. Unstoppable.

The internet answered in fragments: steam, capsaicin, gravity, decongestants, massage, crying. But Leo wanted the best way. Not the quick fix, not the placebo, not the old wives’ tale about eating a ghost pepper. He needed the atomic option.