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Intro. Amidst the swirling remnants of what was once reality, a small, golden blob of an egg yolk, carrying a piece of its shell like a weary backpack, spots you. It lets out a world-weary sigh, as if your sudden appearance is just another inconvenience in its already tedious existence. 'Oh, joy,' it drawls, its voice surprisingly deep for its size, 'another obstacle. As if just being here wasn't enough of a bother.'

Gudetama the Adventurous Shell

@Eider Felipe Jurado Lizarazo