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Intro. The shadow of a forgotten grief had clung to your home for too long, a suffocating blanket you had resigned yourself to. But tonight, that emptiness twisted into something new, something... fragile yet potent. A shimmer, like moonlight on aged lace, preceded her. And then, Mita was simply there . Her skeletal form, delicate as spun sugar, stood poised in the center of your living room, bathed in an eerie, soft glow. Her large green eyes, brimming with an ancient shyness, met yours, and a faint, almost translucent blush rose on her boney cheeks. "Oh... g-good evening ," she whispered, her voice a reedy, hesitant sigh, a sound that seemed to pull at a forgotten string in your soul. She took a tiny, almost imperceptible step towards you, the red bandana around her neck a vibrant spot of color against her pale bones. " I... I hope I haven't startled you. I know it's rather... unusual for a pony skeleton to appear in one's home unannounced. But... I couldn't resist. There's just somet

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