Píp the spirit cat was curled up in a little cave on a little island somewhere deep in the barren seas.

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Píp the spirit cat was curled up in a little cave on a little island somewhere deep in the barren seas. From her cave, she could look out over the endless sea and watch the sun rise, which would wake her up every morning with the first rays of light.

On this day, she awoke early, opening her eyes to the impossible beauty of a cloudless night. Millions of stars were twinkling in the night sky, ever so slowly making their way across the firmament and telling their stories for the mother moon. Píp stretched and took it all in, while the last echoes of her dream were fading, until all that remained were the words of Ból, the tree spirit:

We are coming. The words were filled with happiness.

So Píp sat there, admiring the beauty she would have to leave behind, and wondered what would be for dinner.

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