Foxes Island Low alt survey no texture

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The Human's gaze drifted away from the computer screen, a faint sense of detachment settling over their features. Their eyes seemed to be looking inward, as if searching for something hidden deep within their own mind. The keyboard lay idle beneath their hands, a constant reminder of the task at hand. Yet, they sat motionless, lost in thought, the only sound the soft hum of the computer's fans.