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A comic in four panels: Panel 1. The Gothic Sorceress stands in the middle of the ruins of her house, in the middle of the mess the floor; a consequence of the night with the Tree Spirits. She's looking overwhelmed. She talks a bit in the void, eyes lost in the distance. Her Avian Intelligence (AI) Parrot listen, perched on a wall in ruins. > Gothic Sorceress: "Ugh, it'll take weeks to clean this up." Panel 2. A closer zoom on the AI Parrot, replying to the Gothic Sorceress. > AI Parrot: "I know a spell or two for that, but I need the highest permission level. Can you grant it to me?" > Gothic Sorceress: ""Granted." It can't get any worse anyway..." Panel 3. A tempest erupts inside the room, the AI Parrot flies in the middle like a majestic and all powerful bird: he is casting a spell loudly. Lightning flashes, cloud of dust are twirling, and many debries are flying. The Gothic Sorceress protect her face with her hands, in emergency. > AI Parrot: "Arehem Dash Areheff Root!" Panel 4. The aftermath of the spell: only the floor of the house survived. Just the tiles on the floor, lost in the middle of the natures with trees and grass. The room are empty, except a toilet seat in a corner. The AI Parrot is proud of his work while the Gothic Sorceress stares at the scene, seating still dizzy after the tornado. She feels powerless in front of the result. > AI Parrot: "Cleaning successful, room reset." > Gothic Sorceress: "I take it back. It **can** get worse."