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High in the branches of an ancient oak tree, Nyra the little bat stretched her soft, velvet wings as the last rays of golden sunlight painted the leaves around her. The day was folding itself away like a gentle blanket, and the warm air carried the sweet scent of evening flowers beginning to bloom. She yawned a tiny yawn, her pink nose twitching as she watched the sky transform from bright blue to the softest shade of lavender. The world below was growing quiet, with only the whisper of leaves and the distant lullaby of a creek singing the day to sleep.
As shadows grew longer and softer, Nyra noticed how the other creatures of the day were settling down for rest. A family of sparrows tucked their heads under their wings in a nearby branch, and a sleepy squirrel curled into her nest of leaves. The air itself seemed to move more slowly now, carrying gentle breezes that rocked the tree branches like a mother's arms. Nyra watched it all with her large, dark eyes, feeling the familiar tingle in her wings that told her the night was almost here. Soon it would be her time to wake fully, while others drifted into dreams.
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