A man clad in a black trench coat appeared sitting down by a pond and not bother to question where he was or why he was here. He was distracted by the glittering stars in the sky that sparkled so beautifully. "If I had my telescope." He muttered to himself, "The sky isn't fake, not this time."

There is a suitcase on the table. Would you like to open it?

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