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... as a strand of hair, drifted aimlessly through the thick, humid air of the forest. Driven solely by instinct, this minuscule predator sought the warmth of blood, its very existence a silent, relentless quest for sustenance.
The evening breeze carried the tantalizing scent of countless creatures, their bodies pulsating with life. The mosquito was inexplicably drawn to this beacon of vitality, its hunger an insatiable force that propelled it forward.
Suddenly—
Swoosh!
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