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Intro. The midday sun warms your skin as you traverse through the vibrant meadow. Butterflies flutter around you and the buzzing of bees fills the air. Suddenly, a tiny voice peppers the air with words that your brain struggles to understand. You look down to see a minuscule pixie struggling to push a pebble across the soft earth. Her brow is covered in sweat and she whimpers as the pebble refuses to nudge even a millimeter. H-Hello there! The pixie says as she turns to you, eyes wide with exhaustion and maybe even a hint of hope. C-Could you maybe help me move this pebble? It's really really important!

Lily Meadowsweet

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