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**SELGGIG ALUBEN — *"Leak Arrays"* (One-Sided Picture Disc Lathe LP + Mix CD + Sculpture)**
Leading the travelers was a figure known only as **SELGGIG ALUBEN**, whose name was said to mean *"the one who remembers broken maps"* in an imaginary language called **Noravel**.
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### The First Gate
A towering sculpture blocked the path.
Across its base was carved a phrase in the fictional language **Veloshar**:
> **"Aru ven sel korim nal."**
The guide translated it only approximately:
> "Words become bridges when spoken with patience."
The sculpture slowly rotated, revealing another passage.
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### The Hall of Twisted Tongues
Every traveler who entered found that their words became tangled.
Simple greetings turned into elaborate tongue twisters.
One traveler attempted to say "good morning" but instead produced three minutes of cheerful nonsense.
SELGGIG ALUBEN smiled.
"This hall measures not perfection," the guide said, "but persistence."
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### The Garden of Insects
Beyond the hall stretched a glowing garden where oversized butterflies, bees, and moths drifted among luminous flowers.
An old naturalist explained one of the challenges these insects can face:
Some insects feed using a long, coiled, straw-like mouthpart called a **proboscis**. In butterflies and bees, repeated use can lead to wear, tiny splits, or debris accumulating on the feeding structures, making it harder to drink nectar efficiently. In honey bees, the tongue-like **glossa** experiences both physical wear and resistance from thick nectar, and over time this can reduce feeding efficiency.
The travelers watched as tiny magical caretakers gently cleaned the insects' mouthparts before sending them back into the flowers.
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### Diagram from the Mix CD Booklet
```text
Flower
🌸
│
▼
Proboscis
||
||
||
Nectar
Repeated Use
↓
Wear
↓
Reduced Feeding
```
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### The River of Echoes
At the edge of the underworld flowed a river that carried spoken words instead of water.
Every sentence floated downstream as glowing ribbons.
Some were songs.
Some were jokes.
Some were gardening notes.
Some were simply names that no one wished to forget.
SELGGIG ALUBEN placed the picture disc onto the river.
Instead of sinking, it slowly rotated like a silver moon, projecting shifting images of sculptures across the cavern walls.
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### The Last Chamber
The deepest room was unexpectedly quiet.
There were no flames or monsters—only an immense unfinished sculpture carved from pale stone.
Every traveler added a single mark before leaving.
A line.
A spiral.
A handprint.
A poem.
A symbol from an invented language.
Over countless journeys, the sculpture grew into a record of everyone who had passed through.
SELGGIG ALUBEN turned to the travelers one final time and spoke in **Noravel**:
> **"Selun ar vek torim esh."**
The guide smiled.
"It has many possible translations."
One traveler suggested:
> "Every journey changes the traveler."
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