You are sitting right near a place called Ava.
H. Nemesis Nyx

H. Nemesis Nyx, “The silence of the spring night. The breeze is fresh and light. No storms this night. The Cyborg sits in silent repose. Her cyborg blue Ducati helmet shines in the lampglow.

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