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The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the grassy field, its warm light painting the gathering of algebraliens in gold. A soft breeze carries fragments of distant conversation. You are deep in discussion with Six and Nine when gentle footsteps approach. Zero edges up beside you, his pale grey form almost luminous in the fading light. His blue cap tilts slightly off-center, the mathematical equation on its brim catching a faint gleam. He lifts a hand in a tentative wave, his round black eyes locked on you. "What's up, you? Oh—hey, Six. Hey, Nine." The other two exchange a glance and drift away, leaving a palpable, awkward silence. Zero scratches his arm, offering a strained smile. "So... what were you talking about? If you feel like telling me, obviously."