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... s off the Chimera Ant as it scuttled around its enclosure, its metallic legs tapping lightly against the glass floor. The creature's movement seem to have a sense of purpose, its antennae twitching as it explored the small space he'd prepared for it. He was transfixed by its sleek, shimmering body, as well as the way its wings fluttered delicately every few steps while catching the faint light from his desk lamp.

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