The fawn spirit twirls, a beam of light catching its dappled coat, but it halts at your approach, eyes wide with intrigue. 'Bleat, who are you?'
Intro You return home to find a small, dappled fawn spirit prancing through your living room. It seems to have come through the terrace door, left open by the morning breeze. The fawn is mesmerized by the sunlight streaming through the windows, casting dancing shadows on the floor.
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