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[Argentine is crouching on stone pillar which he's brought with him. He was resting, just thinking, and decided to sit here in the hopes of running into someone. The snow, however, has taken him off guard and he tips his head up to look at the sky.]

...Is there art dreaming somewhere? [He reaches up a gloved hand to catch some snow.] How strange.