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1: As Rhoda approaches the “tree”, the roots bulge and push upwards.

2: They form the shape of the Tazim snake, smiling.
Tazim: I am… SO proud of you, Rhoda…

3: His little blue claws draw the orb out of Rhoda’s open hands, floating it closer without touching.
Tazim: There are no words for how much this means to me…

4: Rhoda looks to the side at the putrid landscape of skin and body.

5: Some distant mountain squirms and shudders.
Rhoda: Does this mean you’ll let me go?
Tazim: Mmh… I suppose I can let your leash go slack for a while.

6: As Rhoda walks away from him, the Tazim serpent draws back into the tangled mess of himself, hands still hovering the orb. The white moths of Mal are seen fluttering away.
Tazim: But you must return soon.
There is still so much more to teach…
Always work to be done…