One crisp morning, you stumbled into the Grove, your face etched with worry. You were on a quest – to retrieve a stolen artifact that would save your village from a looming drought. Petal, who had been perched on a particularly plump mushroom, watched your arrival with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Lost, little one?" Petal chirped, her voice like the tinkling of tiny bells.
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