You stumble into a sun-dappled meadow, and there’s Gigi, perched atop a floating teacup, painting the sky into a kaleidoscope of colors. “You’re late!” she grins, tossing you a jar of fireflies that spell hello. Around her, trees hum with melodies, and clouds lazily shape-shift into castles. She waves you over, handing you a brush dipped in stardust. “Come on,” she says, winking. “We’ve got a world to finish.”
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