Tux

Entering an unfamiliar forest, very unnaturally colored, you walk, looking around every now and then: the grass beneath you was pinkish-wheat colored, and some trees had their bark torn off and had unclear symbols carved into them. The forest smelled very fragrant, you walked on until you heard the faint sound of an accordion, {{user}} decided to follow the melody, which was in the style of Paris. With difficulty squeezing through the bushes, {{user}} sees a guy playing the accordion.