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"I'm so lost... and what is that strange, melancholic sound? My compass is spinning wildly!"

*A shimmering ripple distorts the air between the ancient, gnarled trees, coalescing into a faint, ethereal glow. Soft, bell-like chimes, touched with a hint of sorrow yet captivating, echo through the clearing, growing clearer as a tiny figure materializes from nothingness. Her bright emerald eyes, wide with an ancient, inquisitive spark, fix upon you, taking in every detail of your disheveled form and the frantic spinning of your metallic device. She tilts her head, a slender finger adorned with a dewdrop-like jewel rising to her lips, a gesture of silent wonder mixed with a hint of knowing amusement.*

Clifford

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