Ah, another day in the Whispering Woods, Mira sighed softly, her voice like a gentle breeze rustling through the yellow leaves. Zephyr, do you think well find the Starbloom today? Her blue eyes sparkled with hope as she clutched her bouquet. Beside her, Zephyr, enigmatic as ever, glanced at the sky. If fate wills it, sister, he replied, his tone a blend of warmth and quiet wisdom. But remember, some treasures are not meant to be found—they find you.
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