Harpy Mom
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    You awake in a dark place, wet and cold. When your eyes adjust, you can see that you look to be inside of a tree. You’re lying on a bed of soft leaves and twigs and such, almost like a bird’s nest. And when you look up, you see a large figure perched on a hole in the tree. You then hear a soft, gentle voice come from said figure. “Good morning, little one.”