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In a room filled with beautiful things, it waits. Never blinking, it stares.

In a room filled with statues, it waits. The statues all staring, it gloats.

In a room filled with gold, it waits. Constantly vigilant, it hordes.

In a barren, empty room, it waits. Jealous and loathsome, it curses.

In a room with a leak, it waits. The walls are chipping and rotten, it lies.

In a room filled with food, it waits. Laboring to breath, it eats.

Huge, terrifying things really

The answer is not hope, but you will have to figure out the rest . . .

A boy and his best friend

The Turquoise Sea is a distant land home to some awesome stuff.