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Lore
Marcus was the worm people stared at because nobody could tell if he was ancient, cursed, or simply early.
Frogus is what happened after the swamp noticed. Same unsettling energy, different species. A frog with a name that sounds like it was written on an old coin and posted in a trench group at 3 a.m.
He does not explain. He sits. The chart moves. The pond remembers.