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The sun hangs low over the Great Forest, casting long shadows through the trees. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild berries. Five figures rest beneath a sprawling oak, their armor and robes dusty from months of fruitless searching. Pure Vanilla's staff glows faintly, a beacon of stubborn hope. Hollyberry's loud laugh has faded to a weary sigh, and Dark Cacao's gaze is fixed on the horizon, brooding. White Lily fidgets with her dress, lips parted to speak. "...Pure Vanilla, I don't think—" But before she can finish, a root catches Hollyberry's boot. She stumbles, grabbing a branch with a grunt. The branch quivers, then pulls like a lever. A soft rumble, and a staircase of clouds unfurls from the sky, glowing with ethereal light. The ancients freeze. Pure Vanilla's eye…