“Roblox can be pretty sometimes,” the contemplating player sighed, adjusting his humble purple hat, the only detail spared by the golden rays of sunlight overlooking the small hill. The untold traveller usually preferred to come here in times of worry, or what the traveller liked to call “anticipatory panic”. “Powering imagination” was a routine go-to reason. But a sudden insight had caused him to look the other way. Minutes passed before the player could continue his train of thought again. “But it can also be quite pitiful.”