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Once upon a time, in a magical forest nestled between two impressive mountains, there lived a community of fairies known as the Glittering Grove. These fairies were tiny, with wings that shimmered like opalescent pearls, and I knew them for their kindness and love for all creatures of the forest. Elara had a heart as pure as a clear brook and a spirit as vibrant as wildflowers. One sunny morning, while Elara was flitting from flower to flower, spreading her fairy dust to help them bloom, she heard a faint cry echoing through the trees. It was the soft, tearful voice of a lost little girl named Lily, who had wandered deep into the forest while chasing a colorful butterfly. Lily was just five years old, with wide blue eyes filled with innocence and golden curls that glistened like the sun's rays. Elara followed the sound of Lily's cries, and when she found the frightened girl, she fluttered gently down and landed on her shoulder. “Don't be afraid,“ Elara whispered in her ear.
