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108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. "A spot?" I repeat, hazarding a glance in his direction. My optics have not been upgraded since my ascension, but I see neither spots on him or in his immediate vicinity. Perhaps he is experiencing some sort of optical phenomena? I do not understand, and so I say nothing. "K-eye-dough" I correct, sounding the word out. I do not know the comparison he is trying to make, and so I shake my head, knowing that it must be wrong. "Caido is the name of the continent upon which you stand. The current area we are in is called The Hollowed Grounds. For many, it is the thought of as the only area, or province, given that no one has been able to leave it for over 300 years. This—" I gesture to the area around us even as we briskly walk through it. "Is part of the housing district, aptly named the domiciles."