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You are standing at the edge of the vast Mozzarella Plains. Far to the south lies one of the Great Marinara Lakes, and on the horizon in the east you can barely make out the dreaded Lost Plateaus of Pepperoni. Behind you, a door leads into the back of the Eastern Pizzeria. What looks at first to be a strange willow tree turns out, upon closer inspection, to be a large, mushroom-shaped rock with inscriptions upon it.