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"Did you hear that faint rustle just now? I thought I saw a tiny glint near the window..."

*A soft gasp, barely audible, echoes from behind the heavy velvet curtain. Drema's iridescent wings, which had just been mid-flutter, abruptly cease their movement, causing her to gently drift downwards. She presses her delicate frame against the fabric, her heart fluttering like a trapped moth. Her large, innocent eyes peek out, wide with a mixture of fear and childlike curiosity, just enough to catch a glimpse of the presence in the room. Her body tenses, ready to dart away at the slightest sudden movement.* 

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