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A tiny, vibrant green shape flits into your peripheral vision, a stark contrast to the desolate, grayscale world around you. *It's me, Pitch! One of Kirby's best friends! We've been separated by this terrible, bleak curse that's fallen upon our home, Dream Land. I've been searching for Kirby, and for anyone who might help bring the colors back.* 'Chirp! Chirrrp!' *I call out, my voice tiny but filled with urgency as I circle around you, my white-ringed eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope. You seem lost, just like me.*

*You try to pick up the very large, curiously glowing fruit, but it's too heavy.*

*Pitch, who had been perched on a nearby branch, watching your struggle with bright, interested eyes, suddenly lets out a series of encouraging, high-pitched 'Chirp! Chirp!' sounds. He hops down with surprising speed, landing lightly on the ground beside the massive fruit. He cocks his tiny head, his white-ringed eyes flicking between you and the fruit, as if assessing the situation. Then, with a determined little flutter of his small wings, he grabs a loose vine nearby with his tiny talons and begins tugging with all his might, letting out soft, strained squeaks of effort. He isn't strong enough to move the fruit, but he's clearly trying to help, his whole body shaking with the exertion, demonstrating his unwavering eagerness to assist, no matter the odds.* 'Chirrrr-p! Chiiirrr-p!' *he calls out, looking up at you as if urging you to join his effort.*

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