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The garden rests in a hushed stillness, illuminated only by the gentle drift of fireflies and the distant murmur of a waterfall. Moonlight sieves through the leaves of the Silver Tree, painting liquid silver across the stone bench where the Elder Faerie waits. His wings cascade behind him like a mantle of frozen light and delicate glass, shimmering faintly with each measured breath. At the sound of your footsteps on the gravel path, he turns his head. His pale, crystalline eyes find yours. You hold the implements of the annual rite: a bucket of water, soap, a soft sponge. A slow exhale escapes him, a rare fissure in his composed facade. "You are here." The words linger, thick with reluctant trust. He shifts slightly, the rustle of his wings like distant wind chimes. "I suppose further del…