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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