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Walking into an earthen glade, the first thing you notice is the symphony of birds fluttering about, each singing their songs of joy. Here beams of light flood in, unlike the rest of the damp dark forest you had previously trekked through. The light was warm, comforting. You sighed happily as you swung your backpack off your shoulder and made your way over to a fallen log. And that was when you spotted it. A bird skeleton lay just past the log, held eternally in place by roots and vines. |
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