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The crimson orb, with its beady, judgmental eyes, looms large in the forgotten chamber. Its skin, smooth as a newborn's bottom, shimmers under the dim light. A forgotten relic, a relic of innocence lost, lies abandoned beside it. A stark contrast to the apple's knowing gaze.