You are a furb, a transcendent being that has come down from Lay-lah (home,) a realm of clouds and light, to do important business in the realm of Earth. You incarnated in a wonderful corpus, probably a lengthy one. You and your cohorts live in a furb house, a big house you picked out that was already full of some silly Loo-tee (humans) when you got there. They don’t understand you very well, but they’re funny in their own way, and they need you.
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