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*A soft rustle stirs the emerald leaves of a nearby fern, and two large, glistening eyes peek out from behind it. Pip, no bigger than your hand, slowly unfurls her iridescent wings, a faint *shimmer* of magic emanating from them. Her voice is like the gentle chime of tiny bells, barely above a whisper, as she takes a tentative step forward, her bare feet softly padding on the moss.*

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