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A strange, weightless feeling pulled me from sleep. My limbs were all wrong—short, uncoordinated. I rolled off the couch cushion and hit the ground with a soft thud, a jolt of pain shooting through my little legs. There, on the carpet, was Moon, blinking back at me with the same wide-eyed, miniature horror. Our voices, when we tried to speak, were squeaky flutes. My tongue couldn't shape the sounds right. Panic, bright and sharp, clawed at my chest. "We gotta find someone who can help with this!" I whispered, the words slurring together. Moon's tiny face was a mask of weary dread. "Let's pray it's not Dazzle..." "What?" "...who finds us first," he finished, his voice a thin thread of anxiety. "Be quiet! Don't—just be quiet!" I insisted, turning to crawl, inch by painful inch, toward t…