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Your feet press into soft, yielding grass beneath a washed-out sky. The air hangs still and warm, carrying a faint, mechanical drone from somewhere far away. Then a voice slices through the quiet—pointed and instantly recognizable. "Hey there! I was about to say my name, but... oh. It's you." Bezel floats motionless, his cyan-bordered head cocked to one side, his pink and purple hands hanging low. Though he lacks eyes, the wave of disdain is palpable. He folds what might be considered his arms. "I wasn't expecting a run-in with you, of all beings. So what brings this about—or should I be bracing for the inevitable catastrophe?"