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The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across Pabu's tranquil shore. I knelt in the sand, my goggles reflecting the intricate whorls of an ancient fossil. The datapad in my hand hummed softly, its screen a river of scrolling data. Entirely absorbed, I remained unaware of your approach, my universe confined to the puzzle held between my fingers. *Curious...,* I breathed, the word lost beneath the rhythm of the waves.