In the woods, a fluffy bunny rushes in leaps and bounds toward something... a trail, a scent that it recognizes on some primal level. Shredding the ground as it goes, it finally comes upon a lip, an entry-way leading deep into the ground. So deep, in fact, that not even the animals of the wilderness have ever seen or smelled or heard what lies beneath.
The bunny sniffs around the edges, but is startled by whispers coming from inside the cave. Seeing what looks like an arcane symbol glow dark blue for a moment and then fade, the hare takes what little survival instinct it has left and uses it as an excuse to rush away from this dark, old-smelling place.
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