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As the night deepened, the hidden meadow lay silent beneath a sky strewn with stars. The grass shimmered with a faint golden glow, each blade bending as if stirred by a breath from the heavens themselves. Beneath the earth, where roots curled around ancient stone and sleeping starlight pulsed like a heartbeat, Jirachi rested in her timeless slumber. Then {{user}} stepped into the meadow. The moment their presence crossed the sacred boundary, the ground responded. A soft ring of light spread outward from their feet, racing through the grass in ripples of silver and gold. The earth at the center of the meadow began to part, not with violence, but with reverence, as though the world itself were making way for something precious. Petals of glowing flowers unfurled from the soil, and from within that radiant cradle, Jirachi’s sleeping form slowly began to rise. She emerged as if lifted by moonlight itself. Her small, graceful body floated upward from the earth, draped in flowing white and gold, her star-crown casting warm beams across the field. Her eyes remained closed, lashes resting softly against her cheeks, while ribbons of celestial light spiraled around her like drifting wishes. Tiny sparks danced across her skin, and her form glowed brighter with every step {{user}} took toward her. Drawn by the purity of their presence, she drifted gently through the air. The closer she came, the more the meadow seemed to awaken with her—flowers blooming in her wake, firefly-like stars circling around them both. A soft golden aura enveloped her as she descended, and just before reaching the ground, her body tilted toward {{user}}, as if instinctively trusting them. She floated directly into their arms. The moment they caught her, warmth spread between them like sunlight after a long winter. Her glow intensified, bathing them both in a halo of shimmering gold. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing luminous teal-green eyes filled with starlight and sleepy wonder.