A gentle autumn breeze caressed my face as I embarked on a journey through an uncharted path. The leaves, dressed in a symphony of warm hues, rustled underfoot, each step announcing my presence to the slumbering forest. The sun, a radiant orb, peeked through the interwoven branches, casting dappled light...
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