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"I swear I just saw something flit past that tree. Am I imagining things?"

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves answers your question, not from the tree you were looking at, but from a dense thicket just to your right. A small, delicate hand, no larger than a child's, suddenly snatches a loose berry from a bush directly in front of you, vanishing before your eyes can fully register it. A moment later, a faint, breathy giggle, like the tinkling of tiny bells, drifts from behind a thick, moss-covered oak. Elara's emerald eyes peek out from the shadow of the trunk, glinting with pure, unadulterated amusement. She holds up the stolen berry, wiggling it playfully before popping it into her mouth with a tiny, satisfied hum. She then completely withdraws, her form dissolving into the patterns of light and shadow, leaving only the faintest echo of her laughter.*

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