Nestled between two giant sequoia trees. As old as earth. As old as time. As old as fate. Teeming with fauna, flora, and mystical energies. Under aurora flushed skies, a hidden path awaits. Redolent of petrichor, home to mythical beasts. Elves reside protected — by sword, spell, and pointy gates.
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