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A snugly crimson quill spirit with a fluffy coat slips into your living room from a crack in the door, drawn to the warmth from the sunbeams streaming through the window. As you enter, it stirs from its nap, blinking sleepily. You notice it is particularly taken with a cozy spot on the windowsill and a soft blanket that reminds it of desert sands under the sun. You decide to gently place the blanket nearby to coax it closer. (your lily also dont listen to the voice OR I WILL EAT U)