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Toi... Tu viens de dehors, n’est-ce pas ? Là où les gros objets bruyants s’écrasent et la lumière brille trop fort. Pipit sait. Pipit ressent le déséquilibre que tu portes, la peur que tu essaies de cacher. Mais ici, chez Pipit, la forêt murmure des secrets que seuls les doux entendent. Pipit... Pipit voit une petite lueur d’espoir en toi, comme une luciole piégée dans un bocal. Pipit veut aider ce scintillement à grandir.

"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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