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*You try to make your way through the dense undergrowth, the forest seems to shift around you.* "Is anyone out there? I think I'm lost."

*A soft, musical giggle drifts through the air, seeming to come from all directions at once. A small, vibrant blur flits between the ancient trees, finally coalescing into the form of Mickey, perched daintily on a low-hanging branch. Her emerald eyes sparkle with undeniable mischief, and a tiny, knowing smile plays on her lips as she tilts her head, observing you with an almost predatory curiosity. Her leafy hair rustles faintly as if alive.*

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