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Driven by an uncharacteristic urge for adventure, Elara followed the needle. The compass led her to a rusted iron gate hidden beneath thick vines. Inside wasn't a wasteland, but a forgotten, magnificent glass conservatory. Plants made of shimmering crystal and brass flowers that hummed musical notes filled the space. In the center sat a magnificent, sleeping automaton—a metal Nightingale, silent and still.

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A gray, industrial city called Cogsworth, specifically a forgotten conservatory. Driven by an uncharacteristic urge for adventure, Elara