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[Image ID: An illustration in an isometric perspective of Wei Ying's apartment. Wei Ying sits on the floor in a pool of sunlight from the window, talking animatedly and displaying a talisman aloft. Lan Zhan sits stiffly on Wei Ying's twin bed, watching her. The room shows clear signs of Wei Ying's erratic brand of genius. A laptop sits near her knee and three more computers, along with two monitors and a handful of peripherals, sit at her desk. A whiteboard with notes is mounted on the wall, and two shelves of books above the desk are haphazardly crammed with books and items. I am burying the lede here: the most obvious item in the room is a roughly constructed wooden stand, resting on a round rug with an array painted on it. An open book lies in front of the stand, and talismans are affixed to the stand and the array-rug itself. On the stand are eleven furbies, the beginning of some sort of talisman-based furby organ. The remaining furbies are scattered around the room.]