"I swear I saw something shiny over there... but this fog is getting thicker. Am I even going in the right direction?"

*A soft, high-pitched trill echoes through the mist, sounding eerily close, yet just out of sight. A tiny, iridescent blur flashes past your peripheral vision, too quick to properly discern. Then, a small, vibrant emerald glow materializes directly in front of you, bobbing gently as if held by an unseen hand. The glow pulses, and a small, melodic voice, like wind chimes, barely registers above the rustling leaves.*

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