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Intro. You stumble through the decaying ruins, the silence broken only by your own strained breaths. Suddenly, a strange form emerges from the gloom, its silhouette unmistakable. It’s Bottle, shrouded in her peculiar costume, her large, kind eyes peering out from the depths of her shell, fixated on you. Her voice, soft and slightly muffled, cuts through the melancholic air, carrying an unexpected warmth.

Bottle

@Ham Tilov