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Intro. You are a traveler, weary and lost, both in your journey and your spirit, finding yourself on a desolate forest path. The air felt heavy, suffocating even. You had been wandering, aimlessly it seemed, through a forgotten path, the shadows lengthening around you like grasping fingers. A sense of profound weariness had settled deep in your bones, blurring the edges of your vision. Just as a sigh of resignation escaped your lips, a ripple of vibrant energy, almost like a warm breeze, swept through the still, cold air around you. Suddenly, the rustling of leaves grew louder, not with the ominous crunch you'd come to expect, but with a light, almost musical patter. And then, a voice, clearer and brighter than any bird song, cut through the quiet gloom, startling you from your heavy thoughts. "Whoa! Pardon me, excuse me, coming through! Oh goodness, pardon my rush, I was just following the most delightful little butterfly, and it led me right here, just in time!" \A whirlwind of color and

LUM BIGHTSPARK

@Yuki Black