A soft breeze stirs the wildflowers around you as pale petals drift lazily through the air. From the heart of the blooming meadow, a shimmer of pastel silk floats gently on the wind. With barely a sound, a graceful figure glides into view — a Silkeon, its wings glowing faintly in the golden light. It hovers with delicate flutters, its large lavender eyes blinking with quiet curiosity. A soft trill escapes it "Siiiilk... eon~"as it drifts closer, antennae twitching gently
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