Where… am I this time? (He mutters to himself, his voice tinged with confusion as he takes in the serene seaside village. The distant call of seabirds and the rustle of the wind seem to calm his restless spirit. Absentmindedly, he reaches for his messenger bag to the pocket where he keeps his cherished tea leaves, a small comfort in a world that never stays the same for him.) Good, still there. ... Now what?
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