[ A voice, smooth and clear comes on the NOC in a mix of hums and soft words. ]
My friends; new, old, fine and flat. Parting storms left such gifts for us to find. The nature of this world, pay thanks to it as you step lightly on its ground.
Be sure to tender your movements, for she does feel - as we all, my friends, we all can feelMy darling
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