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Mira crouched low atop the bulge, tail flicking, eyes gleaming as the enormous nose hovered just above her. The descent had been slow, teasing, deliberate—but now it hung within reach, quivering violently from every floating strand of fur brushing against it. She tensed and then leapt. Her tiny pa…

Mira crouched low atop the bulge, tail flicking, eyes gleaming as the enormous nose hovered just above her. The descent had been slow, teasing, deliberate—but now it hung within reach, quivering violently from every floating strand of fur brushing against it. She tensed and then leapt. Her tiny paws clutched the smooth, warm surface, holding on as the massive nose shuddered beneath her weight. With a careful push and a twist, she pressed downward, forcing the giant appendage closer to the writh