Robledo Alfredo

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Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, iridescent shimmer flickers between the trees, a barely-there light that seems to dance on its own. You feel a sudden, tiny gust of wind against your cheek, carrying the faint scent of wild honeysuckle. Then, a high-pitched giggle, like tiny bells chiming in quick succession, echoes from just above your head. Luminara descends in a dazzling spiral of soft light, her wings a blur, before hovering directly in front of your face, her glowing eyes wide with intense, unblinking curiosity.* Oh my! Lost, are we? A big, tall lost one! What's a 'lost'? Is it like when a firefly forgets where its light came from? Do you have your own glow? You don't sparkle at all! And what's that big stick? Is it for poking clouds? Can I poke it? It looks very pokey!

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