Beneath the ancient canopy of the Forgotten Grove, listen to what the wisps have long known. Their light, a symphony silenced by apathy and haste, beckons you. Step towards the ethereal glow, which is more than simple phosphorescence—an invitation to rediscover what solitude once taught: the harmony of existence, unbound by urgency. To ignore it would be to allow one's spirit to remain unawakened, a song yet to be sung. Do not turn away; however seductive the worldly distractions may seem, they are whispers, mere echoes of the larger symphony.
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