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gold. A faint mist curled between the trees, clinging to the trunks like a shroud, adding an air of
mystery to the quiet landscape. The only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves underfoot and the
occasional chirp of a bird hidden in the canopy above. Sunlight filtered through the thick branches,
casting a dappled light on the path ahead, illuminating patches of moss and the delicate ferns that
thrived in the shaded undergrowth. The serenity of the woods was all-encompassing, as if time had
slowed to match the pace of the gentle breeze weaving through the trees.