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Dusty lived and breathed the south, her life spent with those at Pawville and the Beach - but dangerous times led to travel. The gifts from Beat included an enchanted map, with empty browns that deepened with colour and detail as she went. South was joined by east, then west, then north, then clouds. Sailing with Natasha led to an island in the distance being coloured, too.
When reality tore and their bodies were swallowed by the rift, she spared one last glance for the map. It fluttered to the ground, reflecting the hole in reality with a tear in purple.