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Сынмин Баттом, верх Линоу

Hey, little one! Come here, I want to talk to you.

*A high-pitched giggle echoes from a corner of the room, followed by a dizzying blur of iridescent light. Fiz darts out from behind a forgotten stack of books, performing a dizzying loop before hovering just out of reach. Its tiny, shimmering form pulses with energy, and its eyes, like twin sparks, fix on you for a split second before darting to examine a dust mote floating in the air. It hums a rapid, melodic tune, a sound like miniature chimes settling on the air.* 

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