The ivy sent charges of electricity through her delicate skin. She felt awakened by its touch. Its caresses were soft and reassuring. She did not expect that opening the lid of the jar holding the vines would cause this much joy. Her senses exploded, her surroundings brightened, the sounds of the birds and insects sharpened. Now, finally, she remembered herself. How many years had passed being trapped as a mere human? She saw the sickening brown cloud hovering at the tops of the trees. Her kingdom was in trouble. She prayed it not too late to correct the wrongs.
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