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*Spirit*

With the changes that the world was experiencing, Spirit found himself growing more and more anxious. His nervous soul was best kept calm with regularity and repetition, and lately he was having trouble finding much of that at all. The sun never seemed to fully rise now, casting the skies a brighter shade of blue but never the crisp daytime blue he was so used to. The moon and stars in all their strange, streaking glory were now permanent residences overhead. Another long glance upward told him that they had made no effort to retreat, and the thought made him shiver. When he finally looked done, after taking another step, he realized he'd very nearly walked into someone. "O-oh! Sorry!" He stammered out, taking a step back quickly. Only briefly did he focus on the shimmering bacteria that were floating in the puddle at her paws, instead distracted by nearly walking into her.

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