THE LOCUS OF SERENITY AND COLD
The GROUND is flat here, stretching on for MILES. A circle of CROPS sway in the COLD wind, alone in DESOLATION. You watch several gnomish STATUES, sticking out of the PLAINS. They watch you back.

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A hum ripples out from one of the FIGURINES, and suddenly a PLANT sprouts into an ABNORMAL FRUIT of large proportions. It drops to the GROUND with a hearty "THUMP". A feeling of CALM engulfs over you. Or perhaps that was the WIND, inflicting a sudden SHIVER. Who's to say?