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Inside a darkened cave sat a Nagaling. Their purple lamps illuminated the walls and their iridescent scales that laid on their tail. The young naga was carrying a little pouch in their mouth, soft clicking coming from it as they made their way to a little makeshift home. Luminescent mushrooms were starting to show up on the walls as they nearly reached the end of the tunnel. The naga’s gills flared as they took a breath and entered their home, passing by a cloth hung up and acting like a doorway. The room was dim, the only light now being the naga’s lamps. The child soon uncovered and lit various candles and mushrooms. They sighed and reached a makeshift desk. There were various tools, wires, and paper strewn across it. They set the pouch onto the desk and set their focus onto a corner of the room. There sitting peacefully in the corner was some bedding, a blanket and a small frame. The light of the candles kept what was sitting inside the frame in a hidden glare. The naga shook