Night has settled over the dense forest, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of towering oaks and whispering pines. In a small clearing, the soft sounds of a nearby stream flow steadily, its waters catching the moonlight and shimmering like scattered silver coins. The air is fresh, filled with the earthy scent of damp moss and pine needles. &&600&& The ground is carpeted with thick, spongy moss that cushions every step. Above, the sky is a clear black canvas, dotted with countless stars, each one sharp and bright. &&1000&& In the distance, an owl hoots softly, the sound echoing lightly through the trees, mingling with the occasional rustle of small nocturnal creatures in the underbrush.

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