[You eventually realized that you had begun to gain some... particular habits with your material collecting. Habits that, while not detrimental to your work, you didn't want to keep up.]
[You were nomadic, wandering, gathering from wherever you can, but recently you had begun to stick with a few safe locales, sweet spots around your Fibonacci home that you knew would always yield wondrous fruit. It was easy, wondrous pickings, though you knew you couldn't stay there forever. It was in your nature to wander, and so eventually, wander you did.]
[You weren't sure what ward you were in this time. The streets unfamiliar despite your certainty that you had gone everywhere there was to go, alleys ominous yet enticing with the prospect of something new, something strange, something to take your work to the next level. But, while hoisting yourself into one of these dumpsters, less leverage than you were used to from the Fibonacci wastes back home, you... may have lost your balance. Happens to the best of us.]
[And while you were stuck ass over teakettle halfway buried in the muck of your hubris, you heard somebody wander up to witness your plight. If you were anyone else you might be a little embarrassed being seen like this, but at this point you figured any bystander could be a good chance at assistance out of this situation, lest the blood rush any quicker to your head.]
CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: ..
CHARUN: Can you help













