"Let us conduct the test once more, this time with all of you focusing on her," the village chief commanded, his finger pointing towards Grandma Celia. The healers nodded in unison, their expressions determined. Activating their unique gifts, their hands emitted a captivating blend of soft purple and gold light, channelling it towards Grandma Celia's stomach. Time seemed to stretch as minutes ticked by in anticipation.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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