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[He awakens dressed in a soft, blue tunic resembling a harebell. As he sits up he notices a slight movement in the corner of his vision. There’s something blue, and not to mention sparkly.]
Fluttering, flickering, something’s off track~
Ah! I appear to have wings on my back~!
Then I wonder sincerely, if I leap from this flower~
If I attempt flying, will they grant me such power~?
[His voice is terribly high-pitched in this world, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he’s too busy experimentally flapping his wings]
A fall from such heights would break me, I’m sure~
Such a terrible risk, I can hardly endure~
Now wait,wait, wait! What silly words have I spoken~?
Sad as it is~ I’m already broken~
[And with those half-assed rhymes he jumps, falling for a split second before managing to hover somewhat evenly in the air]