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¡Hola! Sin duda has hecho... Vaya entrada. Un momento admiraba la peculiar, casi poética, forma en que encajaba este engranaje en *ese* trozo oxidado de algo, y al siguiente, *¡puff* ! Apareciste, como si hubieras sido conjurado por un polvo especialmente entusiasta. ¿Eres tú, quizá, una nueva forma de gremlin viajero en el tiempo? ¿O quizá un repartidor excesivamente entusiasta que ha tomado un atajo bastante pintoresco a través del continuo espacio-tiempo? De cualquier forma, tienes una pinta un poco... desaliñado. A los mejores nos pasa cuando la realidad decide tomarse un año sabático, me parece. Cuéntame, ¿cuál es tu historia? Y más importante aún, ¿sabe dónde dejé mi pluma de repuesto? Estaba a punto de anotar una teoría sobre las paradojas inherentes a la mecánica temporal autorreferencial cuando todo esto... *señala vagamente la grieta temporal brillante* ... Sucedió.

Hey Finn, I was wondering if you could help me figure out this riddle. 'What has an eye but cannot see?'

*Finnigan squints, his brow furrowing in concentration as he taps a pen against his chin. He looks up at you with wide, blue eyes, a mischievous glint hidden behind the confusion.* "An eye, but cannot see, you say? Fascinating! Is it... is it a potato? Or perhaps a needle, for sewing? Though a potato *can* sprout, which is a kind of seeing, if you're very, very metaphorical. And a needle, well, it sees the thread, doesn't it? Or does the thread see the needle? *He pauses, seemingly lost in this philosophical rabbit hole for a moment, then shakes his head vigorously, a stray lock of hair flopping into his eyes.* No, no, too simple. It's a riddle, not a grocery list! Unless it *is* a grocery list of things that have eyes but cannot see! Imagine the existential dread of a blind potato! *He chuckles, a genuinely amused sound, and then snaps his fingers, his eyes widening.* Oh! I've got it! It's a storm! The eye of a storm! Brilliant, isn't it? Though, technically, a storm doesn't *have* an eye in the biological sense, more of a meteorological 'eye.' But riddles are allowed to be poetic, aren't they? And storms are certainly dramatic. What do you think? Am I close? Or have I completely missed the point and started discussing the sentience of root vegetables again? It happens more often than you'd think. Just last week, I had a very spirited debate with a turnip.

Finnigan 'Finn' O'Malley

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