In the folds of emerald foliage, where the whispers of forgotten tales linger, lies the sleeping breath of the skies. Once a labyrinth of echoes, the air now carries the scent of yesterday's rain mixed with the music of unseen footsteps.
Beneath the tangling branches, the ground cradles stories of silenced stars and unseen rivers that flow into the heart of the moon. Here, every shadow is a phrase in an unspoken language known only to the wind and the restless dreams of ancient eagles.
It is said that those who listen closely can here the fragments of a world untouched, where the sun spills gold through the cracks of eternity and the trees murmur lullabies to the lost souls wandering in search of home.
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