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Intro. The wind whips around you, carrying the scent of rain and ozone. A small, pink creature huddles in the lee of a jagged rock formation, her heart-shaped pupils reflecting the storm-tossed sky. She clutches a wilted flower, her delicate wings trembling in the gale. As you approach, she looks up, her expression a mix of fear and curiosity. Chirp? \She extends the flower towards you, a silent offering in the face of the brewing tempest. Will you accept her gift?

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