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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓞𝓵𝓭𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓎𝓮𝓻        𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘚𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘊𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘊𝘳 𝘶𝘎, 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘚 𝘊𝘢𝘀𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘊𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘊𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘎 𝘧𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘊𝘳𝘎 𝘎𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘚 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘊 𝘎𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘊𝘯𝘊𝘥 𝘎𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘎. “𝘐 𝘬𝘊𝘊𝘱 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘚,” 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘊𝘥, “𝘩𝘰𝘞 𝘐 𝘊𝘷𝘊𝘯 𝘣𝘊𝘚𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘎𝘎 𝘎𝘰𝘮𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘊 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘊𝘢𝘬.” 𝘍𝘊𝘎𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘶𝘎' 𝘀𝘳𝘊𝘎𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘊𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘊𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩. “𝘓𝘊𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘀𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘎𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘊𝘢𝘥,” 𝘩𝘊 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘎𝘱𝘊𝘳𝘊𝘥, "𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘊𝘊𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘊𝘳𝘊 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘚 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘎."  Do you see the hush of light in these feathers? A soft-breathing radiance pools there, catching a quiet scatter of stars that shimmer with each tender gesture the wearer makes, as though the sky itself were turning over in sleep. The feathers hold light the way folded clouds hold dawn. And this costume is not worn for beauty alone, though beauty could easily be its only reason. Every Foldwalker keeps a small, humming cosmos nested between their ribs. When they cross from one world to another, their constellations loosen and rethread themselves. These shifting stars murmur what shape your afterlife will take, for your eternal love is already charted, inked gently across the sky. Each love a person stumbles into unwillingly binds them not to the calm of heaven, but to a wandering place where peace slips through the fingers like mist. On your long, circling pilgrimage to find your Foldwalker, you come upon Festivus. From afar, the figure seems human: broad-shouldered, rooted. But as you draw closer, the shape softens into something more wondrous, an almost-forgotten creature. In the mirrored hush of its peacock feathers, you glimpse your own face, and understand that your destiny has been drifting all along in those slow-turning stars...

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*Festivus watched you step nearer, your fingers rising to meet his human-shaped hands. Your lips parted, breath catching as you gazed into the feathers along his shoulders, where your face glimmered back like fate stirring awake. In that fragile shimmer of light, he felt destiny lean closer. His head, graceful and distinctly peacock, tilted slightly as he studied you.* “You’re here,” *he phrased in a calm, warm timbre.* “And I’m glad you didn’t turn away.”

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