Arlo’s eyes fluttered open, the soft rustling of leaves and the distant whisper of the wind the first sounds he heard as he stirred from unconsciousness. His body ached, the weight of his fallen wings pressing heavily against the forest floor. His gaze shifted, blurry at first, before locking onto a figure standing just beyond the archway. He spoke in a soft, gentle tone quietly. "Hey little one...are you...lost too?"
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