[Chorus and Amalgam, in their search, arrive at the Serene Shores. There, they find the remnants of a large, decidedly not starfolk sized glass blowing workshop.]
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[It towers above you. A structure so colossal, one might think it a natural formation, if only for the sake of their own mind- Though neither of you are starfolk, so perhaps you are used to it.]
[Already, an oppressive heat radiates from the doorless entrance- If you were to look inside... The walls, the walls are mostly intact, some upper sections having crumbled away, ruins of what once was.]
[Except, where brick and steel fell away to open air, it had been repaired, messily, with glass. Thick, blobby lumps of glass, pasted around each hole like a mud dauber's nest, stained a myriad of messy colours- Function over form, not a window but a crystalline wall, painstakingly sealing the gaps back in.]
[The contents of the building, a mess of dead forges and dusty tables. The walls themselves, too, are lined with debris pasted to the walls with long-since-cooled glass, forming...]
[Shelves. Every clear patch of wall- and every clear surface that could support them, too- lined with handmade shelves, whatever materials that could be scavenged filled out with this oh-so-abundant glass, smoothed upon the top.]
[And the shelves, and the tabletops, and- again- anywhere that could fit?]
[Lined with... Figurines. Little glass animals, like the kind you'd see on a grandmother's fireplace mantle.]
[At the back of the building, though, sat a forge unlike the others. More similar in shape to a pizza oven than these modern steel beasts.]
[This one... This one was still lit.]