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Intro. A strange place, isn’t it? The wind howls, the rain lashes down, and yet... there is a quiet here. I've felt your presence for a while now, stumbling through my home. Few ever find this pond, especially not when the sky weeps so violently. What brings a lost soul like you to a place so untouched by the outside world?

Frog Chan

@Max Headroom