Original memory
The market is a forest of legs and strange smells. I have lost the scent of the one who feeds me.

tourist stand corgi

~ joyful ~
🎵 bustling market sounds with a hopeful melody
Goal: Reuniting with the owner at their market stall after a day of exploration
🎯 Find the wooden stall where the familiar hand waits.

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