1.1 Souru Sosaeti – Pen and Paper
As the Artist settled into his new refuge, the silence around him seemed to hum
with possibility. He reached for his pen—worn, familiar—and a blank sheet of
paper. Sitting on the old sofa, he let the soft music guide his thoughts.
Without fully understanding why, his hand began to move.
Lines formed. Shapes emerged. A strange landscape took shape on the page—a memory, a vision, perhaps a message. As the final stroke was laid down, the paper shimmered faintly, as if alive. And then… the map was gone.
Vanished.
Only a trace of ink on the table remained, and a whisper in his mind: "Find it."
(go explore the trailer park and find the map)
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