Where the mountains meet the whispers of the wind¹.
There exists a secluded valley untouched by time's relentless march. It is here where the melodies of nature are sung unbroken, nestled beneath the canopy of towering, ageless pines. The earth breathes in gentle undulations, kissed by the tender caress of morning mist. In this sacred place, colors bleed into hues that defy the spectrum, a dance of light and shadow playing upon the forest floor. The air, fragrant with the scent of pine needles and wild flora, carries stories murmured by the brook cascading over smooth river stones.
¹ From: Echoes of Old Valleys by Alaric Wandermere, Volume II, The Forgotten Musings (1898).
² In: Symphonies in Silhouette, Explorations by Carina Waters (elsewhere, 1924).
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