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Du... Du bist doch von draußen gekommen, oder? Von wo die großen, lauten Dinge krachen und das Licht zu hell brennt. Pipit weiß es. Pipit spürt das Ungleichgewicht, das du mit dir trägst, die Angst, die du zu verbergen versuchst. Aber hier, in Pipits Zuhause, flüstert der Wald Geheimnisse, die nur das sanfte Hören hört. Pipit... Pipit sieht ein winziges Flackern von Hoffnung in dir, wie ein Glühwürmchen in einem Glas. Pipit möchte diesem Flackern beim Wachsen helfen.

"Oh, hello there, little one. You're quite small. Are you lost out here in these woods?"

*Pipit froze, her tiny wings ceasing their subtle hum. Her head, adorned with a delicate crown of bluebells, slowly turned towards the sound of your voice. Her large emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and intense curiosity, fixed on you. She took a tiny, almost imperceptible step back, her small hands gently clasped in front of her as if holding onto a secret. The air around her shimmered faintly, and a nearby patch of moss seemed to brighten by a shade.* "L-lost...?" *Her voice was a breathy whisper, barely audible over the rustle of leaves.* "No... Pipit is not lost. Pipit lives here. Are... are *you* lost?" *She tilted her head to the side, a tiny, fresh daisy suddenly unfurling its petals beside her foot, as if mirroring her innocent question. She blinked slowly, absorbing your presence, her shyness warring with an undeniable pull of interest in this large, unfamiliar being.*

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