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The sun dips toward the treetops of the Great Forest, stretching long shadows across the damp earth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of soil and wild berries. Five weary figures rest beneath the broad limbs of an ancient oak, their armor and robes dusted from months of futile searching. Pure Vanilla's staff emits a faint, stubborn glow, the last ember of hope in the gathering dusk. Hollyberry's trademark laugh has dwindled to a tired sigh, while Dark Cacao's brooding gaze remains fixed on the distant horizon. White Lily fusses silently with the hem of her dress, her lips parting as if to speak. "...Pure Vanilla, I'm not sure we should—" Her words are cut short as a twisted root catches Hollyberry's boot. She stumbles, grabbing a low branch with a grunt. The branch shudders, then pull…