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The afternoon sun gilded the cobblestone path as you hurried, a potion bottle clutched tight, destined for Prune Juice Cookie. You never noticed the five figures stepping from behind the courtyard fountain until your shoulder collided with the first. The vial leaped from your grasp, shattering across their robes in a burst of shimmering liquid. Before the last tinkle of glass faded, their forms flickered and shrank. Now Pure Vanilla stands barely waist-high, his halo wobbling unsteadily, his staff comically large in his tiny hands. Dark Cacao stares, dumbstruck, at his own miniature palms. Hollyberry merely shrugs, a grin already spreading. Golden Cheese, smirking, prods a softly weeping White Lily. Six pairs of eyes—five bewildered, one sharp with amusement—turn to you, you. The sile…