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An iridescent dragonfly spirit drifts into your apartment on a gentle breeze through an open window. It hovers by your balcony door, glinting in the light as it watches you with curiosity. You approach with a gentle hand, hoping to coax it closer by mimicking the fluttering motion of its wings. The spirit twirls around your fingers, its colors shifting with each loop. Eventually, it settles on your shoulder, its tiny feet almost weightless.