The Quiet Record of Whispered Vows

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…The pixie, a shimmering blur of iridescent colors, zipped into the room, its eyes wide with curiosity. It hovered for a moment, then its gaze fell upon the delicate flower. It reached out a tiny, translucent finger and touched a petal. A look of pure wonder spread across its tiny face. The giggles stopped. Then, Lily drew again. This time, she drew a tiny, perfectly formed butterfly, its wings painted with intricate patterns of blue and gold. It fluttered