In a dense old-growth forest glowing with golden autumn leaves, soft mist swirls between massive trees. Morning sun breaks through in shafts. [Ayla — a red squirrel with one hind leg replaced by a polished wood-and-leather prosthetic — perches on a mossy root, eyes wide, fur slightly ragged, clutching a pinecone.] Her gaze locks on a distant thump.
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